I want to be 21 eternally
Why must youth disintegrate?
I want vitality as my lifetime warranty

Is a physical body mandatory for existence
Or is our body just the hardware and
Our soul is the software
I've disposed of fickle involvements
So why can I not possess unlimited knowledge about the Universe
Colloquial chatter among the subservient is prose
Whereas the secrets of the universe
Are akin to poetic verse

Is it truly a desirable thing to be a Tuck Everlasting?
I am just aware that I need a lot more time for everything I want to do in life
That I preferably wish to fulfill in my youth
But not everything is ideal, is it?
21 will soon be gone in not very long, and a decade will be blown away with something as weak as a breeze
Adulthood has stretched out it's grey and leathery hands and is trying to pull me under it's hold
But I push away with all of my youthful strength
For I refuse to grow old in my soul
Diagnosis: Peter Pan syndrome
Take me to never-land
Where all unfinished plans will have a place to take seed and grow.