Blessings and Curses

I'm starting to realize freedom is a luxury
which can only be attained from self realization
and nothing is what it seems.
words without leverage mean nothing
so only time will tell
I'm different now because I'm older
and I claim nothing can hurt me.
but I know deep down
only something rare, meaningful, and profound
something a fool knows all too well.
something a young man can endure and get back on his feet.
something so sacred to be talked about,
if it doesn't mean anything....
time passes and flakes the whole
and I continue to search for the pieces
as long as I live.

Those we think of who are over us

There is a part of me that has never grown up,
it is the memory of hidden pictures I still wish to keep,
which holds the power to make me feel and nothing less.
Of timeless history, only one person knows about.
Where do they go when I go?
They become Powerless and go away too
Where does it all go?
This part of me that has never grown up
is like a sentence thought of too many times.