these past transgressions weigh heavy upon my frame
bending me forward
depressing my shoulders into my chest
straining my youthful face
wrinkling my brow and the corners of my lips
erasing the glisten from my eyes
replacing the exuberance with the fog of age

so i run
as fast as i can into walls
smashing the burden of ills and sins of man
breaking bones along the way
i try to escape the grip of humanity
by running
only to realize i must confront it
with my head held high
proud of the mistakes ive made
remembering as someone once said
its better to regret something you did,
than something you didnt do

so now i must walk
with my shoulders back and my chin lifted
the lines near my eyes are awards
won through the processes of learning
the glow or lack there of is a badge
a badge of the living and the lived
and the baggage i carry is my library
filled with a lesson plan for my life
a life i am proud to say could only be mine
as no one is weird like me
and i can appreciate that