State of Mind
Time goes by. You're getting old. Sitting around feeling sorry for yourself. You're just another victim of time gone past. Being old isn't the number of years you've lived, but just a state of mind. The way you think is the way you live. If you let your mind grow old, it will soon die. Though your body still lives, your life will be over. It's just a state of mind. Death is but an escape from reality. It is only the weak who pray for the end of time rather then looking towards tomorrow as a new beginning. If you think you are young, you will live your whole life rather then just exist. It's just a state of mind.
Copyright © Amanda Smith | Year Posted 2010
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