We all grow old and numb
You walked away and left me crying
repeating to myself 'i used to be so raw'
thinking the problem was only you
But we all grow old and numb
Shelve away our tattered dreams and
Accept our new realities, with hope
Or fear, with grounded mistrust in everything
You can't wear your heart
on torn sleeves, ripped apart by
bureaucratic bullies, breaking you with subtlety
Understanding now, what they meant
When your parents said 'the big bad world'
It's all downhill from here on in
Disaster sewn into a pre-written sequence
study, career, marriage, children, unhappiness, death.
Or maybe this is momentary.
I'll probably wake up tomorrow with a song in my heart and wind beneath my wings.
And if not, I am a master of pretence.
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