So Young Today By Mo Mahon

I’m so young today,  

but only through comparison  

has made me feel that way.  

I know I’m old,  

this body breathing young,  

feeling the creep of age  

within each passing day.  

My memory fades  

as I try to recall  

one of the many.  

Now skipping myself forward,  

blue hair adored,  

said to resemble the ocean,  

and it pours—  

lively and living.  

I realize how much  

I’ve already forgotten,  

how much will be no more:  

the interaction at the store,  

where I paid for the sweet lady  

in front of me,  

will eventually wither away.  

The pain and sadness may stain my soul,  

but the version of me  

within tomorrow can’t recall  

how it may have felt years ago.  

All my personalities,  

all my love and change,  

have brought me here,  

to where I am, all the same.  

My eyes burn  

as number five bounces around my mind,  

blankets I’m covered,  

attempting to unwind.  

I crave nature’s embrace as usual,  

wondering why I was born now,  

not in simpler, yet much more painful times.  

I think of wood burning  

and how it’s been ages  

since I’ve watched it so.  

I think of music  

working its way around me  

as birds move and life strides.  

Death is always apparent by my side,  

watching me watch him,  

as life argues about what’s right.  

I know morale isn’t real anymore,  

with the pain of the world  

and the swirls running round my eyes.  

I feel it in my bones—  

life may end soon,  

that’s okay.  

Mine may grow grey,  

and I’d be thankful to see that one day.  

I wonder if my words  

will wander a little while longer.  

I recognize that digital storage  

can’t last forever,  

and I won’t want to be remembered  

in only the pixels of a blue-lit screen.  

I’d want to be lost in time,  

for I know I’m only allowed  

to live within the shadows of the stars,  

as each one slowly burns out.  

To them, what once was  

is all but nothing now.  

I stare up at full moons,  

trailing my hands on the shore,  

as the reflection of clouds  

trails evermore.  

My mind is darkened,  

but my energy couldn’t ever be,  

for it sees life  

with such bliss and beauty.  

I hope that you can see as I do  

that all in which we wonder and wander  

is meaningless unless observed.