Stubborn Poses

Holding a firm grip, Onto bitterness and anguish... From times now that do not exist. Is something people do! Why do you choose that to be you? Schoolyard games and childish antics... Have many still inviting, These conflicts in their minds... To persist and rewind. Hoping to find themselves validated... By anyone who has replaced, A forward movement... With a backward pace. Just to appease a waste to accomodate. Regardless of the foolishness this creates. And there are those Who choose to stay in their ruts... Stuck! In such outdated... Mindless stubborn poses!