
I saw you standing there,
The frightened child; petulant but poised.
You strike, you bleed,
You evolve.
I saw you standing there,
The hopeless beggar; penniless yet pragmatic.
You steal, you regret;
Your entire existence.
You’ve become a parody. A product of indecision.
You are a constricting web of contradictions.
You are the flaccid, filthy, fictitious friend of humanity.
You are our pending resolution;
The cautioning collective cadence.
I saw you standing there,
Eyes wide;
Vacant and victorious.
You are reborn.







