i have come to realize,
one day there will be a final curtain call on Youth,
and that,
the clouds that present themselves as mountains,
on the horizon of colourful life,
are to far for a mortal to touch,
to grasp and to hold,
for the youth that is holding me now;
will soon be like the clouds that possess, themselves as mountains,
on the horizons of life.
for my youth,
will soon be too far to reach,
and that the horizon of colourful life,
will soon be a wretched black sky,
for my youth, is not for me to hold forever.
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 5:15 AM UTC
i have come to realize,
one day there will be a final curtain call on Youth,
and that,
the clouds that present themselves as mountains,
on the horizon of colourful life,
are to far for a mortal to touch,
to grasp and to hold,
for the youth that is holding me now;
will soon be like the clouds that possess, themselves as mountains,
on the horizons of life.
for my youth,
will soon be too far to reach,
and that the horizon of colourful life,
will soon be a wretched black sky,
for my youth, is not for me to hold forever.
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