and I look at you all and think, "fuck, you look older -------
---and then realise that the last time I looked at you all,
I didn't even use the word fuck
and then realise
fuck
I've gotten a hell of a lot older too -
and wiser
(/wiser? questionable
do lessons make us wiser, or just condition us
make us dance to bells that are Pavlovs, not our own
is that wisdom
or just the sound of more doors slamming shut as we fight our way through corridors
that were planned by someone else,
through someone else's building -
fuck that; I've come to the realisation
that I'd rather set the whole thing on fire
than march to the beat of someone else's drum)
Nice to see you."