Admire me in this state of age as I travel forth
My worth not of gold or silver, but of faith
May the sun claim my ambitions this day forth
So I thirst an appetite without sorrow, I assume
Rays of light nourish my soul as I may be claimed
May be an old soul beneath this temple of flesh,
Breathing in this young and old world before me
Reflections show, trapped in the mirrors
As tame as fire flickering in my imagination
Perhaps by mere possibilities of my being
These steadfast desires so responding to my future
Looming words correspond as concerns arise
My affections, resounding company in good standing
As I inhabit these words established upon me
So going forth, I question my state of mind.
