older now
a bit worn out
the soul a sea in constant storm
the childhood passions still alive
in skewed and often crooked forms
older now
and wiser, too
wary of the proper rules
the do's and don't's, the protocol
the space between the sage and fool
fine where I am
and free to be
adrift in clouded skies
tethered by
a formless string
I wonder as I fly
older now
unwilling to
remit what's left of passion's cry
want to race, to dare, to dream
until the time my spirit flies
and that is fine
and true. and good
a finish line for all to cross
mind and spirit
lofty, free
to gain what has been lost
older now
the day is passed
for frantic youth's frenetic song
the actions slow. the words withdraw
we live, we move along.
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