And so it was
a boy of twenty
too old to know better
but too young to know any less
fastened together
by bits of broken glass
like an armour of shrapnel
reflecting light
a prism of sound
shattering the empty silence
because if they were afraid to change
than he was the boy
with the eyes of a last child
who was afraid of not changing
and there's one thing I hope
he never forgets
that life should be lived
without regrets.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
And so it was
a boy of twenty
too old to know better
but too young to know any less
fastened together
by bits of broken glass
like an armour of shrapnel
reflecting light
a prism of sound
shattering the empty silence
because if they were afraid to change
than he was the boy
with the eyes of a last child
who was afraid of not changing
and there's one thing I hope
he never forgets
that life should be lived
without regrets.
