8 years passed and I never would’ve thought
The rhymes I concoct will raise me to the top
Exponential growth leads to an even worse drop
But I never did hit my peak, so uphill I still walk
With a sudden fear of when I might slip
When will people stop bothering with the kid
A young prodigy who’s too old to be cheered
Saturating their minds and then disappeared
In short, what I meant is that all is pretend
What I wish to prevent is inevitable in the end
Fire burning within, extinguished by the wind
Gone and forgotten, my destiny is written
Cause once I get older, who would even care?
Every middle-aged man is a poet in his spare
My age is my X factor, it’s why people share
Losing my charm, worse than a few grey hairs
By: Arman Yusuf
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