I drank to excess

without remorse

I smashed inanimate objects

as a youth

I was referred to as jaded

I sought gods and girls

and walked through life with a furroughed brow

but not so much of a bad attitude

now I am referred to as cynical

and all the dilemmas of my youth

which then seemed there but not there

are three centimeters in front of my face

soon

when middle aged pontificating

has been devoured by time

cynicism will fade

into bitterness…