Evolving

this post-hangover feeling is euphoric
addictive and metaphoric
hopeful and introspective
comforting and recollective

I live with mild anxiety
and I've learned to ride it
regrets and insecurity have come to mean nothing to me...

this post-war stimulation might be genetic
my outlook reveals my heretic
however do we come to these conclusions?
difference is sustained by perseverence and seclusion

and I may be
as we speak
still
evolving

good points and bad points
stuck in a revolving door's revolving
what makes me think
in any way that I woud be involved
in the choice making of blind forces
that are moving me along
moving me along...

towards the fate of my generation
towards which I have no feelings of obligation
just an anger that is passivly benign
waiting for a small spark to ignite

I live with mild anxiety
a loathing of propriety
a guilt that can't be shaken though it's based on
allegations
that are false perceptions
doctored by society

I may be
as we speak
still
evolving