As the feeling of old slowly creeps in
I wonder how life has become so wafer thin.
The sensation to feel is dying like a moment that defines the equation of a light bulb starting to dim
slipping through the notion of getting a grin
seeing the pain of young sons trying to fit in
to a paradox that only exists within.
A journey begins as one wants to end
with the pain to understand the secrets of men
holding onto a pen ready to bend
that will never be seen again
to write a name into history
on a short timeline, that leads to a definite end.
The youth is living life without thinking to amend
the wars created with only meaning of pretend
they mean nothing
only to people who defend
a voice in their head
a sad existence for a troubled few
who look down and spit at you.
As the shroud begins to come down
then end approaches like heavy eyelids touching the ground.
Mortals played the game
so everyone had a chance of gain.
Those who rule and gain a position of power
need to understand the equilibrium of a person at the top of the tower
in a place where balance defines the existence of a newborn flower.
The change has already began
and all will be