Why does everyone try to "Not upset" me? What the hell? What's wrong with being upset? If I don't hurt, How do you ever expect me To deal with it? To learn from it? To grow as a person? I know you're trying to protect me, But here's the thing: STOP I'm a big girl I can deal with it It's really okay I know how to cry.
An aged old man on his back A newness strong as right in mind With a single edge to unhinge the darkness past Outlast the game in another pawn Anoint the seed in the soil of life And grow, beyond the treelines unpredicted height Into the stars with fingertips aloft To paint the newborn sky each night Because with age comes, not only the will to pass, but the path Made clearer still by the same daylight seen As a bedridden old man in his own death scene And we are but a glimmer in the ripplibg life of another's sight
