Pinnacle of youth
Approaching cusp
Of aging out
The gears are rusting
Readjusting
To the cosmic dusted
Drought
And each encounter
Over counter
Runs a counterclaim
To sane
Though disillusioned
Looming puniness
Is my true claim to fame
And though I knew
From early ages
It was not on center stages
That I’d ever
Most precisely
Find the light
That best assuages
What the worthless nexus
Mind complexes
Never goes
Outmoded
Though it often goes
To show
By all these updates
Overloaded