hindsight,
is the best friend of people my age
if life is about chapters
then now, it turns another page

points in our lives
when the harsh encounters of life
had not yet sat us down and told us the truth

i am still looking under the bed
for the felon,
who left my fragility and stability
happily wed

youth told us only two stories,
we were either worthless,
or genius in expert disguise
and that all those creative talents would come alive

society, this society,
it surely finds itself at a crossroads
where modernity is all about the self

you know,
i cannot turn the volume down
it is a constant sound
it speaks loud and clear

underrated,
that much is true
i have created high art
from a palette of only blues