I see your confidence
Smell your dreams
How you struggle to stay current and so eagerly seek acceptance.
I stumble along in my broken gait
My arthritic joints just painful enough to make their presence felt
And wonder what happend to my strong youthful body.
When did I cease that worthless pursuit?
What happened to my dreams?
They remain of course, though now only as slowly dying embers as opposed to a cracking fire.
I continue ever on even at this snails pace.
The dashing to and fro for me appears long gone.
I think too much.
So many times I've heard it
As if one can simply turn it off.
It is me!
It is my essence.
Better to say
"stop breathing!"
"Stop dreaming!"
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