Age of Reasons
I often wonder if I’m still in love
Is there that age to consider it superficial?
The age of reason to define one’s worth
As suppose to how life can sometimes seem artificial
In today’s world, status is no longer a walk in the park
Requires a great length as well great feats to accomplish
To finally be deem worthy the jewel to the heart
How many would be willing to see rules abolish?
Everyone needs something these days
Perhaps even the simplest peasant won’t settle for nothing less
Conjuring various schemes in devious ways
Towards a heart’s content, perhaps no one shall ever rest
The demand, the need, the desired, the cause
Are we learning to push harder, are we learning to fall down?
Unknowingly we are found, unsuspectedly we are lost
Isn’t there that age whence promised a come around?
An older age can perhaps conclude one’s worth
Laughing at life we know to be regarded artificial
Yet... will I still wonder if I’m in love?
Perhaps the many ages shall yet stage the superficial
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