Genuine Observers

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.

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