The Judgement Of Solomon's Son
You can ask the positive zealots about their pessimism.
Life is a set of challenges built around the flesh and will of
adventurous denizens that can be found on television -
conveyed one way, but then toned down for special children.
We're a society defined by how the best decisions
are drowned and surrounded by doubt and skepticism.
Take the mating ritual - a strange, elated, riskful ruse
made to break unwritten rules for a taste of faith and different views.
A stage in the brain of an urbane tame steady going insane
- watching a winsome woman adeptly rolling her frame.
Her Maxi dress swings with each step of jovial gain,
while internally, he fervently questions knowing her name.
Vivacious and nimble - her elegance in motion explained
as a fluid difference like snow is to rain.
A figure romanced - he grabbed her tight hips and she persistently danced.
A smile slipped in-between them while thinking "this is your chance."
They tried drinking but ended up conversing passed last call.
They got passed names and fast laned the nervous laughs and drawls.
Then sat and text tagged furthering their thoughts,
which lead to meeting the friends in a circus of applause.
Scared at family dinners, but she came off as courteous and posh,
and on the other end he managed to seem virtuous to pops.
The happy two excel: traveling to hotels and sandy dunes to rest.
Their attitudes just meshed, while he thinks every moment is a chance to prove himself.
His iris' widened, frightened and his adrenaline pumping,
with a lost stare worse than a methamphetamine junky.
His ascension's becoming recognized, and in a sense is entrusting
within a society that delves into nothing.
His finite dreams gleam behind the screams while her belly is busting,
and their prince crowns to him pensively suffering.
This is your chance to prove yourself by having your kid prove himself -
and hope he sees it through, until he assists you to death.
The cycle continues sum-less...