I was born a thousand years old,
But gradually succumbed to time
And grew younger.
Age was walking backwards through rain,
And tripping and falling,
Forgetting truths forever.
If anything had ever been useless,
It was time;
Playing with minds and bodies,
Breaking and building
Over and over and over again.
I was a thousand years old, once
And knew so much more.
But now I am young and