No one can see
this world but me
where aging stops at 23.
And if my body does contest
I yell at it – Don’t be a pest!
For what is more of who you are
is if you can be more than sure
that boring lives and silly talk
belong in garbage heaps of thought.
And if you think this not as real
then walk the plank of life in jail.
Dead man delivered in the mail.
Racing forward – human snail.
The only thing we pass along
Our vibrancy – unique song.