What's good about growing older?
The days get more and more familiar The nights get longer The waves get louder And the winds grow colder. The growing discomfort stabs the chest. The eyes always tired, command rest. But this numbness never goes away. This numbness, year on year, is here to stay. The excitement for newness is walking out. With a scarf around its neck, it turns around And I stare at it right in the face And I ask if that's all it takes To forget and leave everything behind Like snapping your fingers and resetting your mind. And it tells me in a seemingly bitter tone That everyone is bound to end up alone. What's good about growing older? The fears get real And the thoughts that appear Sear through my chest like a blunt blade, Forcibly, slowly, till the vision fades. Life is either entangling or detangling before my eyes. Trying to know which one it is, my time flies Everyday, what is it that I should do to fight The fastening of the clock, the darkness turning to light. As I grow older, year by...