Youth is wasted
on the young
What does it mean
to be wise?
To recognize
that catching grasshoppers
in the dewy grass
on a summer morning
is the only thing
that could ever really matter

At that place,
At that time

To be satisfied
with the beauty and mystery
of the universe
without seeking
to control it

But you can’t rush wisdom
Can you?
as tragic as that is

Maybe the “old souls”
are those who get there faster
But nobody can teach you that

And some will never learn it
no matter how old they get