new definitions (october 4th)

despite the distance,
i think i know more about you,
and when you're singing, i know it's true.
the new definitions in your face say "experience, not age,"
maturity is nothing but a state of mind.
in 10 plus years, i aged with you,
walked in shoes much too big for my feet
(but i can always say i was there),
synching up my steps,
trying not to stumble.
in 10 plus years, i found new meaning
in age-old songs,
some you've written, some you didn't,
my feet leave the ground every time,
and every time i hear those songs,
like a child's first rebellion,
the act of feigning freedom,
i am beside you in an attic,
in a warehouse, in a basement,
singing to an audience without any ears,
and in those moments,
i could swear we were infinite.