Immortality

When feeling like not aging,
not common to anything.
Realizing something whatnot important.
I do not deal myself as once dying object.
I'm just soaring in time,
letting it rush by.
Just hanging on my branch of life.
Maturity is not for me.
I don't feel like adult.
Why the hell time rushes so fast?
When do I realize that even I get once old?
In some level I know someday time will stop for me.
But I just don't understand it.
Death is something I don't believe in.
Time is something that just comes and goes.
Something I don't touch.
Maybe someday.
When I'm gray and old.
So far, I'm not in a rush to get adult.
No rush to get maternal.
Maybe someday I'll understand that I'm not immortal.
Maybe.

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And what the hell is a 'putty tat'?