The Youth
Our youth is young and fleeting
Burned on lined papers
Galloping through heavy winds
Like a spring leaf freshly flown
Twisting and darkening
On its way down
We set fire to ourselves
Like gasoline doused on a match
Quick and spreading
To forget about the weight
Balancing on our shoulders
The time lapses too quickly
Jumping over snapshots of our lives
Click, a laughter
Click, a death
Would it even matter in the end?
We grew up too fast
Our bodies stretched tall but our souls stayed behind
In the past, in the present
It attached itself to the moments
When we were happiest
And embedded deep in our hearts
When we were most desperate