Is maturity a thing,
as we wither old?
Do we really learn our lesson,
and finally do as we are told?
I do not.
I refuse.
I will be smart and taught,
yet gleefully confused.
Never content,
never sold.
Always enthused,
and always boozed.
Life can't be seen as seriously real,
as we are all just playing a living game.
We can pierce our own Achilles heel,
or stand tall to pronounce all you overcame.