What It Is

i find myself questioning more and more the logistics of these we’re called to love, are we not i understand the conventional thoughts, and i must respect them, i understand them but i continually panic because in my mind i scream, who are we to say what it is love is love, or so i thought? or think? and i’m troubled with the argument that decides that it is or isn't. do we have that power? but more importantly, do we have the knowing? / because honest to God, i don’t want to get older not growing