“We” are not vibing.
You and I are not “we.”
I don't bear the same stenciled
markings,
Nor do I tell the same stock stories,
Of your irrelevant, injection-molded
heroes.
I do not crave the life of a metronome.
You never had a ghost of my
imagination,
and have long lost the ghost's tale of
legend.
You hide yours, but I let the world see
My proud and foolish hypocrisy.
You lack even the courage
To explore your own cowardice.
I have, and treasure, it.
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