For a man who has stepped foot on the earth for over three decades, you have not grown
For if you did, you should have understood what was right from what was wrong
You should’ve identified what is and what isn’t
What should’ve and what could’ve
For a man who has taken breath for over a million times, you have not grown
For if you did you should’ve understood the important to what’s trivial
What’s leaving and what’s left
What’s changing and what has changed
For man whose heart had beaten for a gazillion times, who the hell has grown?
For I know not a man who has the knowledge to distinguish right from wrong
Who knows the trivial from reality
Nor who’s leaving or what’s changing
For what was left or what’s becoming
For each soul is his different.
And each is its own,
Has its own.