with maturation

my will to dominate

has eased into

a preference

for convenience.

anger recedes toward

resignation.

the desire for

comprehension

fades into

ambivalence.

lust dissolves

replaced by

social laziness.

ambition wanes.

even fear

dwindles away

leaving this shadow

of acceptance.

the thrill of adventure

loses its luster

and even the joy

of completing

this poem

shrivels to a

trivial byline,

a name even I,

having lived this life,

scarcely recognize.