When you are young,
You’re full of freedom
To realize
what really want.
You think
about unthinkable,
And break the rules,
which suffocate the goal.
When you grow older
Or let’s say mature,
Your thoughts so often
lose the height,
And more we think
about self-endure,
We are surprisingly
down to earth.
More difficult
to see the world:
Giddely and optimistic.
We learn to be
more skeptical,
And lose
the charm of mystery.
We use
the power of mind:
The rational
and so predictable.
We don’t even try to hear
the shout of heart,
The aging
catches up with us
immediately.
We simply lose
the precious time
of actions
needlessly.