You were resisted at every turn, learning
To understand not only you, but everyone is turning,
And the moon still is,
Serene in its mathematics,
And the chemistry of the sun, burning
Hasn’t changed either, but you
Are now losing the ability to renew,
And they didn’t teach you this,
Otherwise, you would have begat
Before you learned to kiss.
But fashion and technology exploded just like that
With everything contrary and different from what it seemed;
The big thing dreaming was just something a little dreamer dreamed.
Love is liking what you are not supposed to like.
Young in the shadows, youth crashed the bike.
Hate is not liking what you wish you could like.
Come on, let’s get out of here. Do you think we can?
I’m still working on this poem. Let’s see your plan.