Grown Old Soul

U can't love me like I do u, that expectation makes me a fool, what a fucking burden, what about when I'm hurting, I'm so sick and tired, people living zombified wired, just empty and hollow, evil winning and thriving is hard to swallow, I may be light but I'm no longer a son, wait til it happens to u hun, cuz usually the baby's the last one left standing, perhaps I am too intense and demanding, but no longer will I dim, go way deeper than skin, reach to meet me in the depths of my soul, and remember how much of a privilege it is to grow old!

Peace and 1,

Joe Conscious 

3/7/25