Wide-eyed youth
Smashing keyboards
Peeling off paint
With steel-tipped fingers.
When something is found,
It is tasted, tried, tested
Tooth and nail.
What cannot bend will break
Just as surely as your tranquil mood.
What is there left to give?
What have you not annihilated
By strength of hand and will?
The implacable patience,
The studious study of things,
The curiosity which brims and spills
Like goo oozing from thy lips.
I fear the day
When your legs carry you past my grasp,
When you venture out to conquer
All that you meet.
May you show them more mercy
Than you showed my stratocaster.
God's speed, little beast.
may be the best thing you've written, buddy
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