Is it Worth It?

(and harder)

with age.

we thought we had it all figured out
(especially in that, a simpler world)
but things never seem as straight forward.

We carry the weight of our tenure in years, months.
In the very days that pass right through us.

We carry this weight
and it weighs us down.
Pushing us deeper and deeper into the burrows,
our self-slaved burroughs,
entrenched in the very philosophies
that were never quite proven to be accurate.

Self-fulfilling prophecy of idiots.
A selfless mark
by the selfish slugs
that refuse to see past the nose infront of them.
They see, mind you,
but only what lies right infront of their being,
never seeing past the obvious
never seeing past the clutter
the fog,
affixed in place by the mighty weight
of what has been experienced and deliberately left out
turns us into moguls,
into theives
into the very things
(that in a simpler life)
were merely childish games or dreams.