It all falls quickly, like the sun in brisk Summer’s dusk,
Elemental aspirations easier said then accomplished.
He smothers you in one fell swoop with his evanescent tusk.
“I’m basing your duration on fixed years,” he admonished.
It’s everything you promised you’d never become…

You begin to gather the givers, saving them for detonation.
It’s the one thing you might sidestep but can’t omit.
“Just suck it up, it’s frankly inevitable mutation.”
But look what it did to your mother; tore her bit by bit.
It’s everything you promised you’d never become…

Penetrating the secluded population of conformers,
They fatten you with answers, but who’s the affirmant?
Why should you salute the reproduction of entrepreneurs?
“If you don’t nurture me, neglect your parents grant.”
It’s everything you promised you’d never become…

So stare at the reflection, decipher the transfigurations:
Pallid disguise, yellow cascades, hazel beholders. None.
Aside from magnitude, you apprehend no augmentations.
The promise of reality through the eyes of a child, just one.
That’s everything you promised you’d ever become.