Flowers

Odd, the limitations of individuality
For it owed us a lot more than it gave
Awed, I was by the saturation of formalities
In this day and age
Forebode, I have of my own parity
To the things that I have criticized most
Operating so deeply within the grey
Black and white do not exist
A darkness without and a light within
Afflicted by the piety
And pity, for those youth are impressionable till the end
And I am one of them
Modernity personified
Within me lives the modern age, supreme
But the old soul within lives forever just to defy
And pretend it belongs to a part that itself, it can't gleam
In the darkness, they meet and talk
Lay their heads on each other's shoulders
Cold and tired, through each other they find the energy
To lie perfectly still and slowly smolder
For I am incomplete without either piece of me
And in the contempt and anger that I've perceived
And allowed to grow, fester and grab hold
Faster and faster, it was foretold
That I'd never escape my misery
But look at me
All the rhyming and all the poetry
All the savior energy that I hold deep inside
All the symbolism and simile
Feeling left behind and paralyzed
A small grin grows on the face of Old
A gentle hug from the arms of Modern
Together they represent the present
No matter how confusing or stern
Away from another they're freezing cold
Together they shine bright and slowly burn
For they will one day die and be replaced
And that is the true way of life
Nothing is as immortal as that one gaze
From a lover or a friend
That leaves us immortalized
Deeply swimming within their eyes, swooning internally
Something between kindred spirits
And being mortified
Within ourselves
Questioning why
We let them in or allowed them
To be our friends
To be our guides
To allow us to live forever
For that split-second
Like flowers blooming
Remembering it, and holding it dearly
Until the day we die