we may not get far

flying circles in the dark reminds me of how i chase my youth

my innocence that i grasp so tightly

the feelings i once had but are now worn down and dull

no longer sharp as they once were at first

time passes and they collect dust

dulled blades and discolored wood

this arm is getting tired of trying to pull down the stars and sky

these legs tired of chasing after what it means to feel alive