It all spirals..faster than any ficton foretold
Age grows so fast without an recognition of itself
Only on others do you see it, not ones face alone
It grows and you have to push back

Pushing down it takes your time while you take its
But it is ageless while you have only what is granted you
To sit idle , it likes that the most
For no pressure is needed if you dont push back

Stand up, seek those open waters you wanted
Chase a little bit, find your place
And it wont find you