Close Your Fucking Book

Reminisce upon an era of short, fade glory
Recounting shallow triumphs, contorted facts for story
Deluded on past laurels and worn upon your sleeve
Worthless adulation of what you thought to achieve
Washed up, senile.
Heritage based on falsehoods
Rejoice in fabled moments.
Commemorate your yesteryear.
Your self-importance.
Today is what you really fear.
Cheap legacy of meaningless acounts of your life.
Asphyxiate the moment.
Tomorrow is your plight
Past trials and tribulations are cheap vindication.
Your chapter's no timeless age.
Now turn the fucking page!
Reenact those long gone memories.
Like trashed wash up on the shore
Your stale eroded relics are medals you adorned.
Discoloured fabrication of what you thought took place.
A pyrite badge of honour, and mud smeared on your face.