There was a time, when I was tender,
As a flower bud, ready to surrender,
No Evil had touched my heart,
Unblemished, I rose from the earthly dirt…
Time ebbed by, as the anger within seethed a storm,
So placid, yet restless as the heart of an atom,
The experience of pain, the boredom of days,
Timid glances, which deceive my nefarious ways…
Minions of mercy, forgive my satanic sacrilege,
Tumultuous roar, I look back, turn the page,
I plunge into myself, my silent soul, “Have I come off age?”
And my heart beats to answer, you vile seeker of self-praise.
With youth, comes a promising but poignant adventure,
Love and hate, friendship and enmity, an overture of rapture,
On the stage, we shall stay, and play ourselves some more,
Till Senescent Serenity strolls in, and opens the door…
Sigh, Cough, Jerk …
Am I young, Am I old, Am I fit, Am I sick, Am I handsome, Am I scarred, Am I charming, Am I boring…
Questions with answers understood, yet untold,
I, pretender shall speak no more…
