This page has lost it's callous Fumbling No longer this fluent stargazer dull razor, my eyes The world is duller I am defeated conformed Sometimes that dream becomes true too well and the office feels stale I want a freedom the whimsy the optimism of one not constrained with industry vocabulary Younger me watches Hot glance, reddening my back I am ashamed I said I would do better I am glad handing I am an agenda diva pontificating in lieu of passion I miss you come back smaller, hopelessly optimistic me stop believing you have seen it all like this world is a style you have grown out of Find your way to love