Young Heart...Old Soul Poem by anthony fiji

The world is running fast, it rather just pass by.
I have a young heart, accompanied with an old soul.
I would prefer to close my eyes than think of what makes a person cry.
While he feels complete somehow, but still not whole.

I would love to stop and control time.
But we live reality not matrix.
My life will end soon as i lose my mind.
The old fashion way very simple and basic.

Before i will sit on my confession chair, vent®ret.
Speak up loudly so i can clearly hear me.
The real pure moments, i will treasure&respect.
The disappointments with agony it will deceive me.

So let's save memories and capture moments.
Take with our eyes memorable pictures.
Delete broken hearts, re-live the romance.
Listen to your inner self, forget the lectures.