Ageism
The heart of the matter, is age.
More specifically, my age.
I'm too old to assign blame,
there's no longer any point.
The 'me' there is will have to stay,
growing older, devouring energy,
till the myth of the Mass is complete,
and the first law takes me home.
I have age induced cynicism,
It's fatal to dreams.
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