Esto Perpetua ex Erratum

There’s such a pretty-boy way
In your certain lips
With determined stare
Intriguing, you are
And intrigued I am to see you mouth your power poetry

We’re tired
The lights wax brighter on tauter skin
You say you can’t be someone else
And I’m believing

I think you thought the way
I think
And then you thought to think
To be
And wrought yourself to wizened mind
And taught yourself to see

I’m tired
My fingers fray thin
And it always takes boredom
For the awe to set in

The feet set to moving
And away we go
When the moon wanes fuller
Our eyes start to grow
And what do you know?

Us.
Us and them.
The potential in loathing, years down the line
When given more time
Becomes sonorous clashes and startling clangs
Forget all the pain
Exult in the windowpane
And dust off the books.

We’ll always be grudging together
And together, begrudgingly so
But it shows we’re nothing special
When this ain’t even written for the girl I know.

So let’s just let go
Get high on semantic pedantic sillydom
And don’t forget to remember
We’ve got future generations in tow.