To Theta

youth is wasted on the young

I sat today, to climb
Out and above, and prove to myself
That great things can be done
If given a glimpse
And maybe we can bottle it
& sell it
& rape it
& dry our children’s tears with it.
With the promise of our canned great thing
I learnt when I was young
When I allowed myself time
To cast aside self-doubt
And to prove that I was blind
That and fiction fail
That rage & fire turn
And flicker behind the eyes
Of one life left behind
Cast not down, but out
to theta.