Age of being


Age means nothing to me

Just numbers that are part of the illusory

Conditioning that we were fed

From when we were born, until we grew up

And still beyond this point some still

But in to what our parents and teachers instilled

But we were created with free will

That somehow someway ages us still

Young is simply a state of mind as is being old

This truth when learnt is a real charm

Instead we can feel how we choose to be

Feeling good and breaking free

Of being defined by a number

Or by a date or a year or a birthday.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.