But youth argues
too loudly it has all the answers
and is adamant it shall save the world
from its ugliness, corruption and decay
nothing shall stay in its way--
further still it proclaims:
we will be around forever
as we will die never
our spirit breathes out fire
and shall send a message
through the universe:
we are the world's saviour
none should question this or doubt--

youth--but the interregnum
the innocence that borders the naive
still in the breeding ground
of life's kindergarten
pain and sorrow to suffer
in all shapes and sizes
to be marooned and left bereft
in the aftermath of bitter experiences
that know no respite,  reason nor rhyme
then follow the withering of passions
the death of dreams and hopes
the helplessness and despair
like once-lovely petals dropping away
to be forgotten by time--

rude awakening
the voice breaks
into sobs
the heart aches.