Doesn’t matter

What my trip is,

I’m always mounted at the precipice

Of my own

New Age.
I know I’m the freshest,

The best

At whatever I do.

Doesn’t matter how old I get,

Anytime I’m living,

I’m in my prime,

And I’m pushing


If your head believes

What your heart contrives,

And saccharine visions

Can bring your dreams to life,

Then what do they matter,
Our wrinkles and stripes?

You are always in

Your prime.

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