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life 3 min read 645 views Oct 25, 2015

The Old Man Before You

My past has aged me greatly.

Again I must stray away from becoming a bitter fruit, 

for I have seen the disgusting nature of mankind. 

Yes, I have.

I have seen beauty in flesh.

It was through my mothers soul.

The soul of my mother.

She who is responsible 

for my asexual conception.

 

My past has aged me greatly.

Life has been sour with taste,

so my tongue grew rough,

so as to not circum to its displeasure.

Interesting life has been.

What a blessing to learn

from the mistakes of others.

Yes, experience is the best teacher

Yes it is, but yours is an even greater.

It was when you fell when I learned,

not to venture forth.

It was your falling that showed me,

Falling is not for me,

no, it is not.

 

My past has aged me greatly.

I value that which may seem mundane.

I know, twenty years of age,

I must set myself free,

I must be a fool

I must drink,

I must fall out, injuring my heart,

and soul. 

I value no such thing.

Set me free

amongst the Sun and trees.

Set me free,

So as to join the wind.

Set me free,

so I can be free from your foolishness.

You feel you are kings and queens,

yet you are dust, just as I,

but it is you who does not know 

the beauty of our existence. 

all stem from the dust that we are.

What they feel they are

is what we've been.

You are a fool,

so you do not see.

 

My past has aged me so.

I am a relic of that which is far gone, 

but yet to come.

Only elders know of this.

Twenty years ago I was set forth.

Yet I pondered upon this world for far longer.

Why? I do not know.

I am afraid, I do not know.

I have aged greatly

brutalized by my past self.

Yes I was. 

What a torture I've endured. 

What a blessing.

A blessing it surely is.

Where's the youth.

Where has the youth gone.

They must here my tone.

They must here the words I wish to speak.

I must let them free.

Will the youth know of me.

When troubles I have conquered 

arise within them.

Will they know of me. 

Can they here me now,

can they here my words.

I speak for them.

I live for them.

I breathe for them.

I walk for them.

I chant for them.

 

My past has aged me greatly,

for I am young, yet I am not. 

I am an old man,

as they say.

This suits me well.

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