A man, 20 years of age, another man, 40 years of age

The young man in his inexperience asks the 40 year old man
"You've lived twice my life, whats your advice?"
The older man pauses
Reflecting on his own life, in hindsight..
He says:

It is said by many
The best teacher is experience
This statement is true, but experience
Does not equate to intelligence, or intellect
As both do not equate to experience
With every word from spoken by a man in his youth,
It is received by the senior with a grain of salt
Though in reality, they are both adults



What distinguishes a person whos lived longer?
Is years of learning beneficial if they accomplish little?
A decade spent listless watching days blend together
Carrys more wisdom, more growth than 5 years of struggle?


To believe this I refuse.

Adults of seniority are not always mature,
They bicker and argue over frivolous things.
Talking over the other,
Neither letting either get a word in edgewise.
Their bodies mature, years experienced,
Yet arrested development has left them
Adult children.

The fresh face child who endures struggle
And is given responsibility,
Experiences his growth as man
A man who never has had to struggle and grow
Is stuck in his adolescenc

Mortal bonds, the chains of flesh.
Shackle a weary spirit,
to a crushing forlorn succession.
Of a failing in the means to find answers,
any action, is bound to be.
A fruitless endeavor.
Disquieted passerby,
one gaze into a jaded pair of hollow eyes.
As if viewing through a pair or stained windows
Of ornate painted glass.
The visage, like the empty pews,
of a magnificent cathedral,
of agonizing sorrow.
Oh that which never ends.
Blunting the edge of indescretion,
I will find no relief.
Ceaselessly lamenting.
dismally spiraling.
Into loathing self reflection.
Catatonically stricken,
by the crushing weight,
of divine calamity.
Ironically symbolized,
to illustrate a trend.
Bending will, I broke it.
I chagrined in disbelief.
Mortality, transcendence

Existence is an ocean."



The body is a vessel, this life is a sea.

God brings the winds that fill its sails,

But it's captain is only me.

Other ships may come and fire against us

My crew may plot a mutiny,

If succeed they do, and if I lose

My ship goes down with me.



No one else will tell me how,

Or why, or what, or when.

Till the sea swallows us up,

And it's waters birth us anew.

Till I say good bye, the final time,

And sail those seas again.

Mankind?
Human garbage
Primitive minds
Constant conflict
Violent malevolence
Self evidence
Inevitable demise.