everything, everything, everything

IV

everything changed.

my skills are carried
by the time as it flies

in this grave of gold,
i'm now starting to rot

i keep on starring at the dirty mirror
seeing how unclean i am

what happened to the smart-ass
where'd all the potential went

i'm scared of loosing
the hanging golds on my neck

i'm afraid of tearing
the printed texts on the papers i'm holding

i dont have the beauty,
the good attitude in the past

without the academic validation,
what am i?

.june 13.