I was not aware; no
the warning sign;(s)
well obscured; hidden
unsighted by choice
seemingly, lustless
dreams and longings
for goal yet lacking
the ball(s) to kick
the day would come
sooner than so; so
so written
among the leaves
scattered; so spoken
by those gone before me
so blatent
yet impervious my skin
filled of sin; and rotten
acorns
I was not aware; no
one day my steps
would shorten; the
pace; cadence actual
no longer matching
the thoughts driving
me forward; or back
undeniably
I was not aware; no
that one day I could
feel older
older than I actually
was
older than so and so
those word once spoken
though true
ultimately ignored and
all lessons to be learnt
once more
by living
