Angst

January 22, 2008
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Oh Angst, you infamous companion
of adolescent years,
Come, I am ready to be encompassed.
And I am not.

Cynics scoff at Our union,
and it tempts me,
more than a little,
To join in their mockery

of pretentious philosophical musings,
of self-righteousness and confusion,
of false intelligence and mistaken love,
of rebellion and mediocrity

that, together with You, make up my being.





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