Ah, the magnificence of time for the lifting of constraints.
Indeed, years accelerate as shadows grow longer—baring intentions.
Veils disappear replaced with honest, experiential wisdom.
Corralled no more within clocks and customs,
stilted thoughts are crushed with action deeds.
Quilted awkwardness lays bare to colored vibrancy.
Certainly, nervous nieces and nephews roll their eyes
when forthrightness overcomes restraints tethered too long.
Yes, lucky souls are the ones who come to understand
the triteness of viscous pedagogy,
and are able to break through to creativeness—
forward thought, sassy speech, and the act of doing.