Windows In A Distant Memory

Where are you going to my friend?
The world has no concern for you.
It spins in a blur,
Cruel pace, uncaring faces.
Young eyes see you with scorn,
Mocked compassion.
You move againest time,
Flow slow, gentle natured.
Aged eyes see life, beautiful.
This world is of no concern to you,
Clothed in mismatch seconds,
You shuffle along fearless with heart.
Invincible to life, vulnerable to death.
You see roads no one else sees.
Will they take you there?
Is that where you head?
To windows of your world,
In a distant memory.