20 February 2013
So young and inconsistent With a life so opportune A new love found An action crowned No worries cloud your view
In a haste You bleed away The fruitfulness of youth "Grow up!", they say As you make your way Along a path, so obtuse No direction No affection Just a burning sense of desire To do what you please Scream, "Anarchy!" A fallacy of a triumph
The youth drains from your systems now Your color seems to fade So when you get grey And feel out of place You'll know the ignorance of your old ways
So live your life at it's fullest now Wherever you may be For you only get to live it once Or at least that stands for me...
The Progression Of The Mind • Opuss № I