Falsifying your wisdom to impart pain

30 today feels like the 20 of tomorrow. I hope that makes sense. Nothing makes sense anymore, certainly not that last statement. I hope and pray in a certain capacity that ageism is not affecting you as it is me. It gets bad in certain areas of any city, as Glenn Frey predicted in "You Belong to the City." You start to have curved and jagged dreams and feel oppressed by non-oppressive forces. Your face contorts and pulsates with new energy of the banality of it all. Then you sit and think for a moment, when the chance presents itself, and you realize that this act is no longer supported by your systems. I guess they call this wisdom.