youth
the truth
what remains dwindles away
responsibility consumes once whimsical traits
the beauty I love
the introduction of fate
youth is gone
what remains?
knowledge and wisdom
on borrowed time
we grow older, frail
broken down, forgetful
the years disappear
and so does the mind
I rather live than die
but do we live to die?
do we wonder about
just passing the time
to choose
no choice
nor yours, nor mine
youth is gone
and so is time.
