To Recover From The Demolition Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

All out of social graces,
Running amok in those silly and polite races
Too busy identifying oncoming trends that will be problematic,
Powerless to stop them,
So as it seemingly slips away,
Self-destructing for awhile
It takes time to recover from the demolition,
As new ideas take time to develop
It's said that once the idea of love is diminished,
The reality feels too much like work
It just may be best to love your work, even the rebuilding