Aging Young

An old demon I find myself approaching

Bringing forth my will to be thought

To what meaning this unpleasant challenge

Life champions towards me

‘Pan, is this your doing?

To be running round

And watch the brightest of stars fade

To find looking in faces with dreamless eyes

No fire in their harts

Wearing masks of utter horrid falseness

Seemingly walking around with a ball and chain

Yet there is really nothing linked to the legs that mutes their step’

‘You insult me with you shortsightedness

That you cannot interpret what is happening around you.

But nevertheless I will show you

When the clouds take shape in the mind

It’s a time that the past gets forgotten

And only one thing is thought:

“The now is the best time”

The age old lie that triggers greed

Nothing is enough

New is better – always and forever, till the next thing

But this you know, what you are witnessing now

Is saturation

Paralyzed by the silky weave

Of mediocre socialism

That like a parasite has rendered down your kin

To mere conduits of a pecuniary program towards a false greater good.

There is no joy or ambition left

They know their dreams mean nothing by now

And they choose not to fight it

As surrender welcomes with soft embrace’

I reflected on his teachings

And a realization suddenly on its wake

It dawns on me with unpleasant abruptness;

Is this a blessing or a curse?

‘You get is now child

For you yet indeed still is one.

They grown old and cold

But you are aging young.

Like an old tree in spring

Still adorns itself with new leaves

Fooling anyone about their age

And you are very much the same’

Dumbfounded with the hostile revelation

I sat down in silence, he agitated the fire that we were sat by

As one would to keep the fire awake,

But this fire needn’t reviving

He continued ‘You’re yet unharmed child

But I’ll catch you some day

Just need to wait when the logs have no more to give

And then you’ll be like the rest of them’

‘Sod it fool, you have said enough,

You are far from victorious

My fire burns and you have no means to snuff it out.

I leave you with your pointless quest.’

‘Farewell child,

Indeed your flame is strong

But it won’t last if left alight on rocks.

I will be by, just around the corner of your next misstep’

And so I left my fiend

Stepping back in the dying forest of whitening ambition

Wondering if I’ll ever find warmth

On a far out chance to live on alive evermore