there's something entrancing in knowing that I am not quite young
young minded, no.
young in control, perhaps.
young in prowess... definitely not.
and since young and old
are only based on the amount of
ticks
and tocks
you've been breathing
or the amount of wrinkles you're covering
or the amount of tears that have fallen in laughter
aren't we all a little young,
a little old?
time is a thing
and i am a being.
and beings are not things,
nor do they enjoy being constrained by such things.