I have a self-mocking confidence.
I do still aspire to competence,
Some of the time.
I can’t help but acknowledge a physical decline.
I can’t bring myself to the same, of the mind,
So when the earth and the circumstances align,
I ride, nearly run, past concern and lost time.
My heart rate, my breathing, my passions all climb.
My production, my intellect, respond in kind.
All in all, and in short, I come on too fast,
and I’m afraid I took all the fun out of it.
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