Just what should I say
to the people who’ve hurt me.
My words have failed me.

Why did I think it
a good idea to stay
up past 3am?

It was no surprise:
he came home caked and messy,
just like he was born.

New flower feeling,
but deliveries have stopped,
and the roses browned.

They throw the first stone,
trying to knock me down, but
I am the mountain.

All my detractors
try to pull me down with words,
but I will be free.

They say I will fail,
that I’ll amount to nothing…
I will prove them wrong.

Today it seems like
this world is too bleak and lost –
God can’t stop crying.

To never grow old…
wouldn’t that be a wonder?
Endless summer days.

Immortality:
the desire of old men, and
the folly of youth.