As I grow up my Faith grows weary..
Flames of youth now reduced to ember..
I realize the inescapable truth of reality..
and my belief turns meek..
No more will I fight the inevitable.
Just agree with a reluctant nod.
Accept what's present..
Let go of what's absent..
A feeling of limbo as I mature..
that goes along with the wave and flow..
Tired of swimming against the current..
Just let it be washed away..
and what remains.. Will cope.. And Make do..
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