Before the estrangements of my youth
Were the meaning and colors to everything
Had as many friends as I could and held--
As tight to the hopes of living for eternity

Lost in the euphoria of my early years
Perhaps gravely endulged to even see
That the youth I savoured for so much
Has began to slowly erode to a new reality

The friends I had, worked their life around
And as I tried to arrive to the same place
The reality of mediocrity and blandness
Brought me to kneel, fittingly ashamed

My castle of grandeur collapsed as though--
I was not under it's roof, calling aloud
To whom I probably had missed dearly
"Mom, am I still young?" There's no answer

Better to sleep away this terrible dream
Let the calamity of my incessant doubt
Claw away my flesh and bones as it is
Hastily leave me here; older but not wiser