When your youth is gone,
there’s a truth to the dawn.
You see the sunrise though clearer eyes,
it’s a sight to behold.
A sky painted with streaks of gold,
as another day I awaken.
On this journey I have undertaken,
the years seem but an instant.
When only yesterday, I seemed but an infant,
now I look and see a different me.
I am not what I used to be, what I wanted to be.
Looking in the mirror, at the reflection of my face,
time has taken me here, at this instant, to this place.
I recall the laments I have sung,
over regrets, and mistakes that can’t be undone.
Here I stand, creations supposed pinnacle,
it’s hard not to be cynical.
I had my choices and chances,
to make the best of my circumstances.
The day dissolves into purple hues of twilight,
darkness comes, bringing forth the night.
We struggle to fit in, to make sense and keep pace,
but the fear of the darkness keeps me in it’s embrace.
As the sun descends to it’s slumber,
in the shadows, the ghosts return from asunder.