Behold The Man

From light and airy, came decades' dark weight

and from the young and intrepid came

meanderings of fear.

That which we aspired to be yet donned acceptance

as though it were as simple as to don one's cap

to ease our confusion we will not be!

This is change!

(This is our desperation!)

(This we were repulsed by!)

All that we fought for we soon forgot we became.

And from conviction comes concession to failure.

From sorrow's shore comes rhetorics of ambivalence

All those whom we yielded to and hence became

we were repulsed by.

Though we accept why acquiesce facing hoary

days in tattered roles?

It must be they still suit us. There's room just enough

to grow