At times,
I want to walk in your steps,
and know everything you know,
while,
breathing in the soothing air
you create.

But mostly,
I want to go my own way,
and trust what you won't accept,
while,
breathing in air that stings you
like venom.

Then again,
It might do me well,
to sometimes open up my closed door,
I guess,
your age hides secrets I would like
to know.