Going blind
Only when old age comes
Touching reality
Dreaming of those good times
Some are born blind
Others through carelessness
Striking at the sight
Stay healthy good habits
Growing up years
Knowing the pitfalls
Sometimes it makes mind crazy
Resulting in blind vision
Refusing to accept its ways
The freedom of growing up
No more cocoon protection
You are free flowing with the wind
Only this time worrying alone
As you get used to the new
The stability will return
The bouncy self will flow
Into the new form
Spreading wings capturing light
As the days bring surprises
Sad, sorrow, happiness
The world is a stage
Act on it the faces of life
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