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Have waited for an age
slowly feeling life ebb
and in another moment, shine
for air feel fresh and jovial
or another moment drown
within time
dragged across the meadows
of youth that yawns longer
with each coming day
that which sleeps half the life away
in slumber beneath silken sheets
to wake one day
face down in dirt
or upon a pillow of flowers
in time to watch the sun blazing down hard
illuminating the damage of your travel before your very eyes.
Youth – what has become of you?