Transgressions in the bloom of youth caught on tape, blue video hidden in the tombs of time now come to light in my old age actions meant to flip some cash when flesh was bared to camera's eye revealing all in survival's name now intrudes on a present day.
Yet there I am, in a smudged frame Father Time has had his way the newness of the internet harbors sins of history just as my body has borne term's brunt echoes of the college are besmirched the truth is told through the grain then baby-faced, I was love's *****.
No longer in the store's back room behind the curtain meant to screen innocence from the other side life's desires for ****** when data highways are the path to the hubs where passions feed it's no wonder that my feat may be viewed in modern times.
Now looking back, I wonder how the choices made will reflect on how the world considers me a quarter century past my peak I've walked away from that place no longer captured for all to see though predilections may still creep I hold them close, now discreet.