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aging youth
I feel like I'm roughened, coughed up,
feel like it was just an hour ago at high noon,
that the shadows fell straight down,
And it's all gone much, much too soon,
I'm looking for the real meaning,
room after room of blank faces,
but maybe it's like a snake-skin,
sloughed off and just an empty casing,
you were once them, what's really changed?
maybe I don't feel like it can be said,
when I was young, when it was just a saying,
to look different, yet time is different
and I'm the same,
I was once the same, wide-eyed and amazed,
suckling from the teat and riding a great wave,
the fire was within me, and I was the fire,
and my very existence said the future was endless,
So now I hold my own feet to the fire,
and there's really only time left,
short or long, it's ending,
and I thought I could never have felt it.
