Youth, age
Time and space
Numbers made up by humans like ourselves
It’s manmade, but not
We’re told they’re not flawed
But how can we ever be sure
Why do people use it as if it can measure
How deep our minds are
How strong our hearts are
How much we’ve been through
How rough my feet grew
How tough my skin turned
How much those scars burned
The capacity of my brain
The intensity of my pain
Why is 18 the password
21 the tall fence
Why is 30 the eclipse
Or 40 the edge
Why is 50 the pity
And 60 the sorrow
Why is 80 the age we
Start to question tomorrow
Why is 90 the age we
Thank the heavens for forgetting us
And why is 100 the age we
Start to wish it would take us
Why is the number of years
That my shell has been on earth
A measurement to the depth of my wisdom
Or the darkness of the abyss I am climbing out of