Let's talk of life.

I.

I cannot help,
though my fears draw near,
seeing my duldrum life
at the end of the year.

who conquers empires
with each waning day?
Rebells and succeeds
and in their own way?

I have tried but greatness is small
demanding victory and rebellion
wanting it all
and realizing that my victories with my rebellion
fall.


II.

So what of friends?

do my parents
or my elders
who I know to be successfull
see their friends every day
or think of them this way?

Is there death in adulthood
I fear you, go away.
The only fear of the rebel
is his freedom swayed.

Freedom is to money
as money is required to live free
how can one live happlilly
with money to blind their sight?

I hate these questions that come at night.

III.

So to DEATH.

what a funny word
with silly little vexing thoughts
but really it only signifies and end.

The ultimate end between two friends
is death and death of friendship.
death to idealism
until you are emersed in realism-

seeing truly that ideals are extremes
making life simple so funny little adult-children
can define their world simply and continue
with their pursuit of screwing each other.

what does it mean to grow up then?
Victory? friends?
Death: the great end?

maybe within my proposals I've missed the great oversight
that to all these things one thing lends
the three an equal part in growing up:
The great AND.