I am old

We all
grow out of ideas
we all
change our course
some of us live
in these fantasy worlds
but the most ambitious ones
under the predators
most
have to force it
Opportunity follows you around
kiss it goodbye,
begone pain
open your mouth.
We all grow with
our responsibilities.
An we grow
out of old ones
That is just, what follows the passing of time’

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