One day my bracelet broke.
and the beads slid off the colored string.
as they fell i swear they spoke
on how loud the wind can sing.
As i ran, away from earth
i came upon a crippled man.
who claimed he's been old since birth
ans likes it like that 'cause he can.
Why, as i aged...or the older i got
My wisdom stretched out so far
the history i could recall was a lot
but young is how it should be-it's who we are.
so as i ran back home
the wind sang in my ears
about all the things that i own
in the breadth of my youngest years.
6/7/11
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