Fearless

Maturity is a good thing, I guess,
As I am sitting on a poem,
That absolutely goes after a double standard,
A liar,
And one I wish would get exposed
For being nothing more than ambitious.
The poem talks about stuff that people do
When their idea of how important they are
Let’s them make morally questionable decisions,
But I could never put anything like that out there.
I’m maturing. I guess.
It probably doesn’t help that I’m writing under the influence
Of Lou Reed’s New York, every song a prosecution of something.
Man, I wish I could be that mature.

2 Comments

  1. I’ve probably heard NY over 100 times and Busload of Faith is my favorite, but I had to stop running re-listen to There Is No Time. You are so right about its timeliness. Be well.

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