Do we outgrow youth or leave it behind
Forgetting all, but the most important
And of purpose remaining ignorant
Until returning to presence of mind
Age is a number which can often blind
The markers of others irrelevant
And emulation is mismanagement
Of time, which once lost you can never find
Is one an individual by choice
On a divergent path striding alone
So unused to the sound of their own voice
That when the time comes for heading home
A swift return offers little rejoice
No, this life is forever meant to roam.
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