you spend your youth
feeling self-indulgently misanthropic
delaying the
making of good or bad decisions.
he says: your twenties, that's the time to explore,
you know? know the world. know yourself.
i don't feel like talking
so i nod, yeah, yeah, the eyes, the cheeks, the nose, i nod
and really - this is all he wants.
innocence is stubble hiding fears
(of friends
youth
passing
by)
a steady drip of information poses
no threat to a sturdy cocoon.
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