Youth

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Youth

the days when we were young
nothing more than feathers on our minds
not the weight of life and troubles
the sky rising was enough to excite
the oceans of our energy alive
now and then we see it still
maturity, immaturity, childlike thrill
induced in ourselves by outside agents
we breathe it in, drink it down, and savor it
through the haze we gather our selves
to begin again when hard times weigh down

Last updated: 2014-06-17

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