Age can be experienced through the stories of youth
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I don’t write about me
About the dreams that echo through my brain
The dreams that almost were yet fell too short
The dreams fueled by my family
A last hope in a family of legacies
Watching the kite take off fills me with some stupid joy
Watching it zip across the skyline
Reaching new impossible heights all the while.
"No one is used to being this height anymore"
That must be true.
