My heart is heavy, my head is the weight
A miracle hangs above the rain
"A certainty of form I never compromised"
A useless truth, plagiarised
Sideburns give way to Brillo pad beard
Reading I'm trying, but I'm barely here
Eyes sunken in to head, skin crumbles from neck
Each feature strong at a glance but weak once you inspect
Does everyone think about me as often as I do?
Or is my teenage angst at 25 no longer quite so cute?
I'm fairly sure I still exist, so may as well make the most of it