As I am

I could write really long poems about the fear of growing old about everything getting older and duller like I've seen some people do and they make poetry books too but rarely do they write haiku instead they forget everything that connects them to humanity and sleep a silent dream of heaven's gate, to bring the philosopher's mind at ease but rare is it for men to trust their fate, and only children have a world to please that's just what I think. I do not feign ignorance of the enternal lonesome that is conscious, intentional life, but I choose indifference to be best suited for me.