I feel as if somehow I skipped the years between young and old
to arrive with my mind wearied
and my joints creaking like ancient rocking chairs,
carrying the weight of such existential contemplation.

But lo and behold, here I am,
with flowing bodies and sultry glances; dancing along with the pounding bass
which guides itself through me like a ship on treacherous seas.

...but I don't mean to be treacherous...

I don't mean for the waters of my soul to be difficult to navigate.

My spirit,
made strong and chaotic by circumstance and understanding,
must travel backwards to find youth and wild intentions;
the birth of a creature I long for inside myself.
A being to strengthen my blood and steady my eyes.
One forged of peace and humility.
One born of will and tranquility.
The human soul at beautiful potential,
This is my undying wish.