Getting Older

So often things dull, shed away and turn grey.

You start thinking about tomorrow as "just another day".

Sleep becomes shorter, dreading to go to work.

Mind-altering dreams are the day's only perk.

I yearn for sleep for it's an escape from this fight

Weeks pass by unnoticed, faster than the speed of light. 

It's all slipping on, a perceived measure of time.

So used to this dead cliche, I accept it and sign the X on the line.

 

.....until of course.....

 

Something, Someone comes along to brighten things.

That drive in the heart rips through all of this and rings.

Rushing blood courses through, making one feel alive.

Sparking the feelings we once had, the ones making life thrive.

Worried less than before, confident there won't be any sorrow.

Now there's a collage of colors bursting as i think of tomorrow.

Music is back into play, relating to it immensely.

Emotions flood the endorphins and the brain reacts intensely.

Finding extra pep in your step, little more pop in your hop.

Finally able to fixate a rhythm as the beat starts to drop.

The world's still the same, nothing's changed all that much.

Can it always be like this, that "better-than-before" feeling as such?

Do you see; getting older is making me forget to slow myself down.

My perception is blinding, refusing to take an optimistic look around.

Now when i look, Everybody is more calm, friendly and mellow.

I start thinking about myself as no ordinary fellow.

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