Sunset Rose

Slowly reaching a point to where I can accept that a great percentage of young others around me will have radical and outlandish ways of thinking and no amount of conversation I have with them can help that. It reminds me of when I was a kid and my friend's mother would get so fed up with something she did and say 'I've tried yelling, I've tried bargaining, I've tried pleading. I don't know what to do with you anymore.' and she said it all the time. I don't do acceptance very easily so I'm sure I'll keep fighting the good fight when it comes to me but for the most part it's an acceptance that people have very different ways of thinking and to me they seem less capable for it and there's not much I can do to help that. Their feelings are their rules, their phones are their consciences.

And the people bowed and prayed,
to the neon god they made.