Sight of the first grey,,,,
Is that a wrinkle you say....
But I still feel sharp,,,,
Sometimes I forget don't snark....
I do wish to have it back,,,,
But thing I lost has no map....
Furiously they hit me them waves,,,,
A fusion of guilt and regret....
My mind tries to bring sanity,,,,
Isn't recollecting good memories just vanity....
Nothing new am used to chaotic mind,,,,
Its my depleting youth that has me in a bind....
I crave the youthful days,,,,
When time and energy I had to spare....
Did nothing back then in laziness,,,,
Felt I had whole life left...
---------
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment