This idea of growing old
Too too old
Things I haven't done
Tries that were never given
I'm scared of this idea of growing old
Internally frightened
Inconceivable at the moment
I can't make any of this out
My own thoughts run ramped
Meander off into another field
Minus my deeds
Mind me, my mind, my mind
Externally curious about what's after this
Ending to no end
Epilogues won't be necessary
Exit lights illuminate the way
2 comments:
contemplating death? the next emily dickenson?
Not EVEN! You just took this to a whole notha level! haha, get ahold of yourself Amy!
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