My Santiago

Coming down with a thud

Hey, he sneers,

“You’ve come down to earth with a thud.

Had your proverbial game face

Dragged through the mud

to a greyness,

you never knew - existed”

Hey, he jeers,

“You’ve misplaced that arrogant youth face

That recognised no other stories

And now you’ve slipped of the pace,

And,

In fearful hours

the centre cannot hold.

You just can’t conjugate verbs

Anymore,

Can you?

Revelling in everyone’s truths;

Pathetic, snivelling, relativist bastard!”

Hey,

“You know what you’ve done don’t you?

You’ve exchanged the heady dew of youth

For tentative, fearful age;

Disguised as wisdom.”

“But I know it’s a lie.”

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