This has been a mixed month that I have enjoyed. I have been writing this month just talking a lot about the Shake the Dust project. It is getting really good at present, a lot of my group in Young Identity are becoming very proactive and seem really driven. Their excitement is infectious and I look forward to more of this during the following months. However this process has made me think I used to sit where they sit so out of no where I feel really old, yet only slightly wiser I guess it is weird what can spark your own thoughts of mortality.
I would not exchange this experience for anything though as I have learnt so much from all of them so far and sure there is more to come
Older Days
Older in the day I feel
I beg time to be circular
A hollow body like me, fighting a losing
Battle against that old fiend time.
For now I am older, religion seems an idea of a soughts
The thing so many wars are fought.
Religion is a hobby many my age endure.
Fore such a practice seems the thing to
Do.
Anything to conceal our past, our inevitable doom.
The fog outdoors makes nature
Cloudy along with
My future.
AH! A lark, so dark yet I watch on still, soar higher and higher
An emissary of the sky.
What a Romantic notion, I shall keep that one
methinks.