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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 indulged to even see That the youth I savored 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
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Aug 1, 2024
Aug 1, 2024 at 7:16 PM UTC
Mom, Am I Still Young?
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 indulged to even see That the youth I savored 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
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Aug 1, 2024
Aug 1, 2024 at 7:16 PM UTC
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