As we grow old We tend to lose gravity We lose filthy distructions and all the auxiliary desires. We lose audacity & grudge that we held for so long.
We feel much lighter Like a flying feather of a seagull Like a flowing fountain Floating clouds Splendid rainbows Warming sunshine And like a free soul.
As we grow old And let things go We feel like getting out of our cages into the world of selflessness, As we grow old We only become young.