This one goes out to those two
Faces of the past and the future
Inconceivably sutured together.
We go way back, you and I
Look in the mirror and see the frowns curl your face
The wrinkles frame your eyes
Like bangs hit you square and fair.
Skip from one to the other in a heartbeat
In your second chamber, your court of order and harmony.
When I’m up, you’re down
To say you know my mind
Except in the corners of the dark
Preaching your four point plan on why I’m falling
Down. Doomsday awaits.
Oh iron out your creases and stop laughing.
Your game face is red hot plastic melting into a sad, stained smile.
Did it matter when I stood there, told I’d fall flat
and then earned more respect than you’ve ever known?
Did it hurt when I stood strong
In the face of torment
Whilst you pined for me to notice you?
Well, I noted your existence, and I am moving on.
This is an ode to the weak-willed,
The insular navel-gazers.
Steel skin reflecting right back at you. Say hi to your other half.
That’s it, folks; game over.
I just keep winning.