Resplendence

by fortheloveoflupe

 

sorry, i don’t mean to be decadent
i’m just so strung out on life
this constant state of praise
resplendent surroundings
we bin the rabbit food
and embrace progress
our perspective is focused
and fear is no longer a prison
transformation is an act, not a saying
the only killing is with kindness
the uncoordinated they dance, the tone-deaf they sing
ideas for change cram moodboards
and we remember our glory days
refusing to dwell on them
our righteousness shines forth like the dawn
where generations break the mould
all who have potential and promise
shout so their living can be shifted
and we stay golden, ’cause that’s the only way to be.

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