Posterity

Why am I staying here ? 

realizing this pain with my nude body

agonizing on the price of posterity 

I rubbed my eyes and smear the side effects of decoding centuries of dysfunctional parenthood 

weak apparatus of order painted as a fake conclusion of mere happiness 

and so 

and so, 

mentally again and iconically empty

smoked and wanna be 

just a little and we felt famous 

flet the place and embraced the path like no others 

Who we thought we were ? 

When ? 

and still you don't find the armor of your day, 

what a sad decision to make,

to think the rebel and the blind 

to feel the frustrated and the brave,

Ahead the forest in this "oscure of silence"

yet our steps intensive before the early hours of our past days. 

-There our nights...

by The Shortfellow 

New York City 

11/01/17