The Old Young You
They don’t prepare you for that!
No lesson can confirm up down, east, west, north or south.
As a child you pace your walk at the speed of excitement for a true and full life.
You can’t wait for the hairs to grow and truly own your time.
But the line of your life bends to forces you can never, ever control.
No matter what strength you have, that line, it owns your soul.
Time plays in the background noise.
Time ticks away your goals.
You see the old young you die.
And a new you takes the throne.
Age succumbs to gravity but the real you is still at home.
You build your life to win over the doubting of your soul.
The years they come and go. The years you thought you’d own.
But only one thing in this life is true. Your body is rented by your soul.
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