Years passed, and unwillingly,
They all grew old.
Unwilling to give a damn about
anything anymore,
Their stories, no longer dear, go
unsold, untold.
Losing the ability to feel or care,
With every day that is breathed;
Toxicity inside grows, at least, linearly,
Till all they owned is finally
bequeathed.
Where’s the fun now, the elders
wonder-
The young would think so.
But all they actually sought was
peace, and,
They don’t expect these assholes to
know.
Yes, life is a stage, and we play,
But just playing doesn’t define
lives.
Love is important, family is
supreme,
But only inside the individual self,
life thrives.
What really does one deserve or
desire?
Let that be decided subjectively.
Do not ask me for my opinion now,
My mind is way older than my age
actually.
Just go ahead and do what your
heart wants,
The others will do the same, so
fuck the taunts.
People sell their pride to make
lives easy,
Lords don’t approve of such moments
cheesy.
The God, you don’t believe in, sits
here,
Come to him only when, your
conscience is clear.
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