Amid ebbing spells of intense discontent and dwindling but still-recurring swirls of delirious visions of saving the world the brashness and rashness of youth in fine form the passionate madness that breeds and feeds the bulk of teen and young-adult storms is quickly diminished and soon outgrown as comfort and caution follow through on their threats to make themselves feel as good as at home while anger abates in tandem with rage and rebellion fades as sure as we age; as sure as we grow increasingly soft — perhaps even wise — as we soon exhaust our quixotic wild-eyed drive to row against the current to swim against the tide as we sense the dissipation of our raw inclination to pay the steep price to fight the good fight for the sake of doing what our instinctive convictions had naturally convinced us was unequivocally right; as we feel our will weaken to smash the machine and out the scheming skimming croupier as he cuts us in on his secret rake at the guilt-ridden brimming-with-ambivalence instant we succumb to the perks of being on the take. Seduced by the path of least resistance giving in to the system we subscribe to the bribe as practicality compels us to develop the stomach to sheathe our defiance and swallow our pride as our youthful highly idealistic views get thoroughly shitkicked — battered with matter-of-fact brutality — by the bloodied boots of experience and the calloused hands of reality. All grown up as sure as we've aged gone the rebelliousness gone the rage gone the frequent feverish swirls of juvenile visions of 'saving the world'.
I am more rebellious now, since The COVID.
But I get what you mean for other people.
I hear ya!
No, thank you. Poetry, beautiful art and music makes taking red pills bearable so my thanks goes to you. Blessings to you ~
Gorgeous. Ferocious. I wish my brain could string words together as your own does.
Glad you liked it ... thanks!