Inside My Outside

Aging on the inside
giving up on dreams
petrified cynic
comprehend serenity?
we will know peace?
you’re believing in fairies
dancing strange roads
self-pity will disappear?
gain interest in others?
dreams are drivel, childish
when I became grown
I put away childish things
Suddenly realize God’s
doing what we can’t for us?
You’re dreaming. Aren’t you —