I Wanna be Old

growing old.

greying out, puny skin, eyes that cannot see too clearly,

you know.

i was afraid of this 

i was afraid of 

getting closer and closer

to the end,

dying 

but now i look forward to myself with long hair

that is half grey,

half white,

shining in the moonlight

walking as a 

child

maybe not fully comprehending

or perhaps forgetting,

careless for fitting

yes, that is the truth.

and I've been avoiding it for some time.

but i see hints at it pecking my skin,

here, now there

the wisdom of letting go

because when i grew old,

when i grew old,

i was at last an innocent being

i at last became

young

my current state, 

the all expectations of well-being,

strict, rigid,

compromise and follow

but I'm breaking 

I'm finally breaking 

and i think it's finally time for me

to let go

i used to be very afraid of growing old

but now i cannot wait to grow old

to grow old and be born 

for the very

first

time

in a long, long

Time.

i cannot wait to rejoice with the beginning of my hearth,

swallowed by earth