Thinner Threads

As a youth all adults shone tall,
Modeling behaviors to ones so small.
The child’s task is to shape themselves
To match these presented expectations.

By as time progressed mounting faults were to be perceived,
The world hangs on much thinner threads
Than I once conceived.

First disappointment in my peers
As they routinely confirmed my worst fears
Uncaring, dispassionate, uncommitted, 
Not showing improvement despite the gains in years.

The truth of society’s mechanisms too horrifying to be believed,
The world hangs on much thinner threads
Than I once conceived.

It has all been a front
And it’s necessary to be blunt
Advances in age do not produce advances in people
Ignorance is on parade and with adults at the forefront.

For moral, just, and meaningful thought I am bereaved,
The world hangs on much thinner threads
Than I once conceived.

Tenuous bonds hold the wholeness together
Though the adhesive acts often more as a tether,
Impeding creation, restricting growth,
Generating nothing but blether.

The optimistic projection fades and my heart aggrieved,
The world hangs on much thinner threads
Than I once conceived.

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