Jesus, Over Analyzing, aging

["Francine R. Cohen" <cohen>]

After all that's been said about one's views evolving
with time, age, experience, some of that evolution
that seems to come naturally with age still strikes me as
a backing away, a backing Down, to a position of relative
safety. Maybe that's the only way to survive, or at
least the only way to responsibly bring children
into the world.

But I can't help but think that in Youth, when
Nothing is at stake, one can be more open to Truth,
even if it's bitter, painful, chilling...or searingly beautiful.
We have not yet built an elaborate system of filters.
Everything everything floods our senses and we 
discount nothing. We explore and revel in our Pain,
our Love. Total Abandon.

Youth. The luxury of Time. No responsibities.
It can't go on forever. Or you try to, and burn out.

I guess I don't hope I die before I get old, 
but I hope I don't get old before I die.

This started out sounding profound to me,
now just sounds like a tired pile of cliches.

Good night.