Getting older was something I did when I was younger.
That’s pretty much it.
There isn’t a complicated poem with a metaphor.
There isn’t a story.
There isn’t a pattern.
There is what I learn, when I learn it, and then I apply it to my life.
Theories need outlets.
Or they blow a fuse, break a gasket.
The primacy of I,
You can always feed off abstractions.
I’ve been playing tag with my invisible friend,
He will never catch me.