Growing up I tried not to lose who I was
Part of it would be destroyed
A piece of me
But was it a great one
Or not so much
Was it something unique I lost
Or some aspect that could not survive
In a world of such grinding contrasts
A piece of me crushed and discarded
The years demand such sacrifices too
Time doesn't just run over us
It begs homage and offering
Thus We must give parts of ourselves away
To accompany the minutes and hours
Years and decades
Growing up I tried not to give too much away
But time takes it the way taxes fall off salary
When I accepted I was also blessed
That new pieces were coming and settling
So that I wouldn't ever be the same man I was
So that i would be the boy in the garden but the man over a city
In that essence time would make no negotiation
As if time itself wanted to see what I would become
Like the deal it had with fate fell through
The predictions all wrong
Satisfied with parts of myself I already gave
And yet fascinated with what I had chosen to keep for eternity
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