Youth is just an echo of age

Am I temporary?
Youth litters my skin,
Taunt body climbing through age
Yet I’m too scared to begin.

Am I temporary?
Epic fantasy clogging my mind,
Realism is a dedicated decision
That I long ago left behind.

Am I temporary?
Soon age will wither my body,
Mind slowly failing
Until I am like everybody.

Temporary

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