The World Of Fiction

There's so many words I write
There's so many thoughts I give flight
With each breath I take, I age
My soul grows wise with every page
My skin is wearing down
And soon I should be planted in the ground
But my mind continues to live
With each story I give
My heart is growing tired and weary
My vision keeps getting teary
People I meet are dropping around me
And yet I keep creating and living
Within a world that can't age my soul
I feel like I'm always alive and whole
I keep going on
Even when everyone else is long gone
Time can break me down
But my mind grants me youth's crown