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I would give everything
To stay happy and free
But the world seems to dislike,
too annoyed, they disagree.
My sunrise, my sunsets
they all seem too short...
The things I do, the things I make
Those vulnerable memories
I cry silently as night approach,
My being slowly fades.
Those memories, the memorable
They are nothing but a distant blur,
The time took all that I have
It shook my world ignored my plea.
I do not want what was happening,
Cannot avoid the necessity.
As years fly by like a brief
Thunderstorm...
I look back at the years with
blurred eyes.
Where was it?
Those happy days, and glorious sunsets?
I was forced through winds of time
To grow and be someone
That is simply...adult.
A wry smile that was never there, came...
And wonderment and questions remain
How was I foolish when so young?
I fear that question someday might come.
My fear, so fresh, so molded in time
Being someone that is no longer mine
I quiver from the thought
Simply unlike me,
A person aged from years and years
Forgotten the freedom of the young
Finally, I opened my eyes
As the sunset closed its final rays,
still young, defiant, full of life...
I knew one day I will be a person
Full of troubles and sorrow.
Only time will tell and I will not wait
For, I, myself will change that wryness
Into a full vibrant smile of youth.
My memories, and memorable
Shall not be forgotten.
The Golden days and glorious sunsets
Will be embedded in my mind,
My soul and the wisdom of my youthful heart.
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