I am young, but I am old

I am young, but I am old

I feel youthful in my body

But my mind feels preoccupied with what seems to be life times of stresses

I feel myself olden

But I sense that really I am golden

A special task appointed to the special few

Ever since he was a child

The Hero’s journey called

And in his mind he ventured to places beyond time and space

An imagination with no boundaries

Has now been bounded to mundanity

Let me have a conversation with myself,

Firstly, I’m sorry I’ve felt so guilty over the years

Subjecting you to discomforting scrutiny, and self judgment

Sorry for my fear, my anxiety which has trapped me in this cage

But little birdy,

Don’t you see,

What I really feel, is a strong desire for limitless freedom

What form this may take, I can never know

But I can imagine, many possibilities

Wherein I live fantastic lives,

Navigate the seas, and befriend the bees in beehives

This feeling I have, gives me hope to continue

Not that there will be a brighter day,

For is there such a thing,

Life is bright, and life is dark,

All things are just, as they are,

Lightness, darkness, what use have we for these concepts

Life beckons you to play with it,

And discover for yourself what it means to live.