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Artless Dissipation - Wdj

30 January 2021

The prodigy has turned prodigal
Making silver spoons out of gold medals
While the hearsay deepens about clandestine meetings
I fix myself a plate of pity party, for I know nobody
I don’t even know myself 
The prodigy is now pedestrian
Crossing roads without a care 
And I lost track of time ages ago
In blue screens and daydreams
So I fix myself a plate of pity party, for there’s nothing else to do 
Especially now that the world is broken
And I can’t find the version of myself I lost in the chaos of trying to find myself

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P.S. Awtry

Date: 2/21/2021 8:13:00 AM

So much treasure here—“prodigy has turned prodigal,” “silver spoons out of gold medals,” “a plate of pity party”—the feeling of falling short, universal—you captured it! This is a fav for me.