This narcissism of talentless youth.
Pressing in.
When did we all get so lonely?
That the briefest wiff of gratification can make us quiver with pride.
Children but half a score ago
With the want of more, feuling our angst
seeping from the gloss of wisdom
I simply ask for truth
To deny the contentment of ignorance
for the bliss of knowledge
Such a thick smog of excitement
careless youth
and nervous eyes.
No comments:
Post a Comment