History Repeats
Eric Hoffman
There was a time when I lived defensive. I'd never grow old, no one could be me.
Suburbs and style, I would spit in their faces. Venom from valium,
a crossbow from their crutch.
So quickly they turned through the pages of their youth.
I gave a cruel grin, laughing silent in their desperation.
As the years passed, and I found myself alone, suddenly it was all clear.
The race was won to find themselves a home. It was time to start myself.
