GROWING OLDER There is no wind beneath my wings To carry me to higher places Only a creeping breeze With no agenda As I'm

growing older, I can feel my innocence draining away But I haven't the wiseness of age I cling to childish fantasies While accepting realities Beyond my small sphere In a way, I'm more dynamic I bring a new kind of understanding But if only it were true That I understood anything anymore As I'm growing older, I make remarks that only slip out Because they have nowhere else to go I always thought that They needed to go somewhere I have no control Why is it that the time Of most noticeable physical change Is also marked by mental stagnancy? Why study if we cannot learn? As I'm growing older, The only thing that seems obvious Is that people are changing Though not by their own hand And I resent them Their unnecessary tumult As I'm losing friends, I'm wondering where they go And realizing I don't care anymore And being disgusted with myself

As I'm losing innocence, I'm subjecting myself to horrors My questions go unanswered And everything makes me sick As I'm growing older, I am holding onto fantasies I am shaking hands with reality I am questioning everything I am reflecting on myself Because it is, after all, my self