Don't play with that, don't
Wave that around
You need to understand that it's
Sharp
The tip can slice, the blade can pierce
Since you're so young, you can't handle anything
So sharp
New excitements, new humanity, same old songs
Pinched major chords, cutting lyrics you can feel
In your gut
Despite your attempts at nonchalance
Jagged emotions can surprise you
Like new knowledge
And after all, you aren't really all that
Sharp
But in your newfound prison you can sense
The ticking clock has a fresh edge
Something of permanence and decay
Heretofore undiscovered
Welcome to the days of your life as
You never dreamed it
Yet here you are, in spite of yourself
And your best efforts at self-sabotage, and
The discount $5.99 steak knife that
Can and could
End lives
Spookiest of all things, how close we are
At all times
To the end, to a slip onto
Something sharp
The peal of doom never far off
Our blessing, our curse
Source of our distemper
Immortality gaoled by the shackles of
Man-made artifice
However dull we may be as a species, our tools
Are sharp
The necessity of survival
And zerosum games
Sprinting along this razorwire of existence
We come at last to the point
This was never really about us, in the first place
Take comfort in that, if you can
This is, this is all
But a passing thing
Just a little prick, and then
Comfortable oblivion
Hazy, faded, blurry
Yet, like fuzzy clouds scudding a western skyline
The edges remain
Holding on by a thread
Backlit by the setting sun
Sharper than ever