What happens to our youth?
Does it dissapear with time
like a shadow from the sun?
Or suddenly like a flash of light
and then the aging has begun?
Does it remain like a breath of fresh air?
Or strip the mind
like a tomb left bare?
Maybe it just has no end
like a dark and winding hall.
Or does it truly exist at all?
Really like that last line! Deep!
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