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There are times when I'm overcome by this feeling,
That I want to die before I turn 30.
I don't know why I've become so fixated by the number,
Maybe because it's just over five years away,
And five years flies by in an instant
Without me making any progress with getting better.
My life stopped existing at 16,
So I still have this childish, biased view of age,
Where anything anywhere close to the halfway point
Of the average life expectancy feels 'old'.
I'm just so afraid of blinking and realising
I've missed out on my only chance of youthful enjoyment.
And there are people in their 30s who climb Everest,
Who jump out of planes for fun and who travel the world,
So I know it's stupid.
But it feels like five years from now
I'll be wrinkled, with cracking bones and a stomach
Too weak to swallow adventure.
Apologies to anyone 30+ who are offended. It's not old, but sleeping through your late teens/early twenties and then realising you're not too far off from your 30s is a ****** feeling.
Given a voice and a space to speak
within confines which freedom loves to break through
confound yourself poet keep going until the end
with each new effort a path will open out
always to the distance and beyond
way beyond any contriving of Man.
It would be hard to put a copy write onto the Sun or Moon or Sky or Sea
Ah! but when they appear deep in your mind in a place no-one has been before and the Sun is the Moon and the Sky the Sea in your topsy turvy world then by all means claim them as the intellectual property of your hard work, and dare others to copy them if they put no value on their souls!
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