Many find a way to stay what say you
What say you?
That I may do to be so much more than before or to say
I cannot believe you did what you did when you were younger
When I was younger, it was still in the blight of our eyes, our years
So to steer clear of something worth knowing is to self-suppress and know that once, I knew, and once, the knowledge was thrilling power
How quaint, the despondence of the youth.
Imitation games don’t stall me, I’m just a young gun running from the law, at haste at Stalin’s bequest
to name a few
. but without knowing who goes which way or why the namesake(s) keep us occupied might frighten those who do not know the shifting of the wood (on or beneath) the desk
. is made of
impellers make a name for themselves
due ritual won’t dance anymore
slay survivor, stay rich . . .
no quiescent disquietude oft resplendent meandering through havoc
the stairs creak with violence
I’m not wary!
no one is scared
insipid attitudes molest the ears when the buffet opens
nay, a traveler
wandering is truth