I grow older
if not old already;
considered by most
childish man
mannish child,
contradicted by most
I grew.
At times, I envy
their bumbling buffoonery,
drunken with glee:
free.
I shrunk
shrugged, slugged
home;
Friday evenin' in
chains sprouted,
planted deep within,
my buried, burdened brain.
Rooted, I remain
reluctant to act
animally, clinically insane.
Though, wisdom grows
god only knows
melancholy moans;
Just get stoned.
Growing, going, gone
Grown.
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