
I grow younger with each
breath that I take,
a reversal of ill-fortune, let’s say.
Cracked the code, a matter of will,
these genes obey if you let them.
I bounce off the ageless,
effortless, like stars
to the edge of time,
a return trip home
to new days.
My state of mind
is to pay no mind
to the state of the being
I’m in.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
