i feigned
caring too little
when i cared too
much; i feared breaking
down in sobs
when the world was
simply too very
much. older
now i find myself
pretending to care;
and though crying
might be appropriate
i find few tears left
there; it’s as if
as i grew
into the world i tried
to uncover what
it was about, and now
i find myself
detaching from this
question: alas, with wonder
intact, i am beginning
to grow out.
caring too little
when i cared too
much; i feared breaking
down in sobs
when the world was
simply too very
much. older
now i find myself
pretending to care;
and though crying
might be appropriate
i find few tears left
there; it’s as if
as i grew
into the world i tried
to uncover what
it was about, and now
i find myself
detaching from this
question: alas, with wonder
intact, i am beginning
to grow out.
2 comments:
This one really speaks to me.
Thank you.
Seems age makes for caring less about frivolous stuff that seemed important before. I used to think I lost my patience but in fact I found truth instead.
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