afraid

from twink to troll in no time flat

we just keep getting older

faces chiseled
suddenly fleshy

faces vibrant
suddenly gray

and faces innocent
are suddenly covered with spots

life moves forward
and we march with it
guns pointed at our backs
with no choice but to take one step
and then another
and then another
and then another

death to all vanity
is a personal wish of mine

graceful aging
the only way to live

but

why does it have to be so scary
to watch everyone i've ever known
as well as myself
move farther and farther away
from what we once were

move farther and farther away
from where we should have always stayed