Modeling Mature Thoughts
Somewhere on the darkest path
A mature scream bellows a deadly wrath
Give me your blessed young
Evil words coming from an acid tongue
We do not want these minds walking alone
Google Ling on computers, tapping cell phones
Everything is at a simple reach
Surf the web at the Internet beach
For life has a short number
No more than a hundred
It isn’t a mystery
Just recorded history
That tells the tales
Of the successes and fails
Having an honest image when born
Giving features that are beautifully formed
Before the aging witch casts a spell
Calling on cosmetics and magical gels
Is this a test?
Giving a reason to rest?
Or maybe a guilt feeling, an urge to confess
Twenty to forty
An innocent story
Mid-life crisis comes upon
Nothing any more, going on
Just going to work
Returning to the dinner hand and fork
Now that all the children are grown
Back to the confusing journey woven and sewn
And there is the angry one
Not wanting any fun
Dig in the heels
Figure out what is real
Cut a deal
Letting the clock
Do its tock
Taking stock
Going around its circular block
In the end when the ticker dies
And the family cries
There will be another place
Finding peaceful eternal grace
Laughing at the rat race
Supposedly there to build an important case
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