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I sit there and know That I could never Engage myself in conversations With these conundrums. Those who are both human, and Badly wrapped paper packages, Filled with so much experience, Brimming with knowledge which Is rapidly fleeing through The holes in the brown paper Worn by time. How can I speak to those Who cannot hear my words in full So that they must be talked to Slowly, like They are children But that have been through so much More than I At the tender age of seventeen Could even imagine. How can I speak to these enigmas Who keep asking me the same questions But which I cannot talk to Without being Disrespectful Not only towards them But towards my future Aged self, who will one day Be in their position And who I cannot imagine Will want to be treated Like a five year old At the age of eighty five.
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
Disrespect
I sit there and know That I could never Engage myself in conversations With these conundrums. Those who are both human, and Badly wrapped paper packages, Filled with so much experience, Brimming with knowledge which Is rapidly fleeing through The holes in the brown paper Worn by time. How can I speak to those Who cannot hear my words in full So that they must be talked to Slowly, like They are children But that have been through so much More than I At the tender age of seventeen Could even imagine. How can I speak to these enigmas Who keep asking me the same questions But which I cannot talk to Without being Disrespectful Not only towards them But towards my future Aged self, who will one day Be in their position And who I cannot imagine Will want to be treated Like a five year old At the age of eighty five.
Maybe years Will make me the wiser.
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
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