Fun Hill Limit

I used to be young and dumb,
but now I am dumber,
and my heart burns
wednesday to february.

I was once all astonishment,
but now I am an astro suitcase,
violent and shy,
caring and loud.

I was once deep drowning
into the romance of the century
and myself
and now I fly with dog barks.

I am still
music in the dark,
rain in the day,
poetry heredity.