Shameful

Shame is a figment

That imprints upon one's imagination

It sits and gathers dust

On the shelf in my mind

Sometimes I find

It's shriveled up voice

Whispering, "You must!"

What must I do?

And in what way do I follow through?

With a camouflage dream

So invisible even I can't even see it

The constraints of age

Are but a manmade shackle

As if the human race doesn't have enough of those?

It raises my hackles

Why add an invisible fence

Chaining yourself to it like a bound beast?

Age, it makes us tense

People live life like they have an expiration date

Live life at your own rate

You don't have to dreams

By a certain date

Live for you

It's never too late