Youth reflects brash actions
Age reflects benign
Youth speak of ideals
Age act ideals broken
The Young & Old confused
The Old can flourish in settings young
If the setting would set mature
Youthful smiles through old eyes
Happiness profound and pure
The Young will succumb to the fang of reality
And give up all ideals bright
The Young will weep in serendipitous memories
of his corrupted life
Escaping age
Escaping life
Running from reality's knife
Fuck the world
Fuck the skies
In the most hardcore sense;
He can, so he cries
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