I
have a problem
Believing
I have aged
Still
the same me
Knocking
around
In
my brain
I
don’t care
That
years have passed
I’ve
always felt
I
have an old soul
But
my behavior
That
is the problem
It
is always
Tuck
that in
Comb
the hair
Brush
teeth
Wear
pants
Be
serious
Wash
your filthy face
And
I think I believe in single digits
Age
is only a number
But
a solitary number
So
I add together any pairs
So
instead of 43
I
am now 7
And
I won’t be much older
Until
I hit 99
And
that makes 18
Not
single digits yet
So
I compress once more
And
now I am 9
And
that is what happens
Always
a little kid
Playing
at this adult thing
Purely
acting the role
Of
the older version of me
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