And The Question is?

I've been reviewing the situtation,
contemplating my mental state,
It's been a long time coming,
and I hope, not too late.

The one thing that seems strange,
and causes me some pain,
That creates a strange illusion,
Shorting signals to my brain.

It's a compelling contradiction,
between the vision and the thought,
It keeps on reoccurring,
despite past battles fought.

Accepting the final outcome,
it's all that I can do,
But I STILL ask the question,
Am I 49 or 22..
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Posted: Apr 2010

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Comments (2)

agoodguy2have
split the difference and take 35...36 if you round up! ;-) ok...so 18 + 53 / (what year is this?)...
Ladybee42
well, ahem, space and time exist because we exist and define them to our needs and situation... maybe you could just do that with your age - make it what you need it to be right this second...well this second... no it's gone again.... laugh laugh laugh
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