Half the time I end up thinking “What does that even mean, you dingus.”
The other half is spent rolling my eyes in disbelief
Now I get why my elders reacted like this to me in my formative years.
I awaken in darkness greeted by the pain left behind
Where I used to see joy I see only sorrow barren and lifeless with not path to follow
Is this the fate I have to endure
To live alone with no hope of more
Friends and family gather in aid trying to reduce this pain that has stayed
Life alone is my choice keeping friends of the edge
Its better this way and keeps them safe
Each day wandering will this ever go away, will this ever stop
The more we know, the more we realise we have to learn. On one of the faces of that dice is strength, the more strength we gain the easier it becomes to see how weak we really are.
Knowledge and strength are the true fountains of youth, if we have both of these and accept that their pursuit will be a life long endeavour we will stay forever young…
Well, At least in our hearts if not physically.