losing my edge
when i think about how much changed in the last three years
all the growing, the settling, the softening, the inescapable pull of creeping maturity
to where even the most resistant among us have had our sharp, unruly edges rounded
the merits of what we’ve gained cannot be questioned or discounted
but it’s hard not to feel a little disappointed, at least
that we, like every other generation before, failed to live up to our own shit-talk
but you know what? that’s okay.