Growing Older

Crack my head and carve it out,
human flaws and a fountain
of madness. Stopper the outcome
predict the year coming
when I was little, I wanted this

A library of books, a world
of exploration. A pen full of wants
and a life of vacation
I take time only to explore
and I do not want,
not anymore

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