August 25, 2013
Age and time are just numbers.
Blinking numbers on digital clocks
And flickering candles on birthday cake.
Time reminds us what we are today
And what we can’t be.
Time's a bitch.
But she isn’t our enemy.
So wish upon the dandelions
like you’re five years old.
Or dance the night away
like you’re twenty-two.
Be seventeen forever.
Be who you want to be.
Age and time are just numbers.
Like speed limits on freeways
And mileage on dashboards
To measure how far we’ve come
But not accurately represent
The depth of our journeys.
Age and time are just numbers.
Annoyingly definable and finite.
But we aren’t.
So grow up
At the right pace
At the right time.
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The Why of Things
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