Soon Enough

Soon enough

you will wave your sold self

of gentleman fodder and sour stomachs,

like a guest leaving shore.

you will cast off long walks, alone with thoughts,

and time left best to lose.

It was a responsible to kill irresponsibility,

and in response,

the sun sits up

when you do.

Like a trained animal.

So relax your temper, young silent fighter.

You are buckled in.

You cannot lose.

You are the blind matador

in an empty stadium,

with a resembled crowd of speakers.

You bob and weave,

you graceful matador,

for the world is yours

Alone to turn,

soon enough.


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