A tech sage at 23 that’s me

At 23 I’m a sage
have flown convention’s cage
Doing great, thanks, on Life’s stage
have long since turned the page!

So what, my social life is a wreck
why even try to act mature
as wasted when working in high tech
who’d notice, so where’s the allure?

but would you even have a hunch
what size my paycheck & free lunch?

 

Past, please leave me alone!

At night the Past keeps appearing
would it only just leave me alone
but it keeps up grinning, leering
ensuring I can never atone

Its attacks mortifying
pounding unforgiving, searing
Might they be edifying
were I humble & god-fearing?

But what if merely random images
of my youth’s many hard lost scrimmages?

Could God create this mess without the expertise of us humans?

Who can truly believe
something so chilling
that humans can’t aggrieve
unless God’s willing?

Still not even Gods
could create the same mess
as us humans clods
with more to come, safe guess

So when then collapse gets reprised
whom among us may claim surprised?

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-aggrieve = to afflict with pain, anxiety, etc; to oppress or wrong grievously; injure by injustice
-reprise = to execute a repetition of; repeat

Life vicarious

To bourgeois way he lives contrarious
prefers his days with crowd gregarious

Blåsut found fine just ain’t Campania
and nowhere a place like Scania

Let’s his old man live life vicarious