I am young and immortal, <br />Or think myself so, <br />Which comes to the same in the end. <br />I am old and talk softly in corners <br />Of when beer was a penny a pint. <br />A birth for a death is the deal. <br />Or a death for a birth. Either way. <br /> <br />We are innocent transients you and I, <br />For all our calculation. The why? <br />That yesterday seemed troubled by deceit <br />Now appears as our confusion, a retreat <br />To sheltering indignation. <br /> <br />The worldpool is wider than death! <br />See the forest burn in the twinkling of an eye! <br />Hear the Journey of the Magi in surround sound <br />At twice the speed of sound! <br />Smell the gasoline fade from the breath of the cybernauts, <br />The omens that sail the seas of the mind!<br /><br />Stewart McKenzie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/x-diary-03-the-time-of-my-life/
