The myth of maturing
The lie that we sow
We’ll be calmer and wiser
The more that we grow
But in truth, we progress
Down the paths that we walk
When we act more distinguished
It’s mostly just talk
Conscience evolves
With the people we are
We’ll wither away
Or go out like a star
It’s better this way
To maintain our free will
If we all grew the same
Our minds would grow still
A Life in Poems 