A symphony, words from the seascape of my ever moving soul,
I do not belong, and I if I do
I do not belong to anyone, I am
Ephemeral, short-lived, transient
A spell was cast upon me, I do not
See myself, and I if do, I cannot
Touch my own face.
I have effaced myself.
I have grown older,
I am no longer young,
A young child, I do not fill my
Mind with playful words
I have grown older.
The fantasy, shattered, broken
Glass pieces of my 20s,
Scattered on the ground,
Bitterness and resentment.
A virtual fantasy,
I have grown weary of it
I have grown older.
