The flashing lights of your youth causes you epilepsy now
Speeding down the road in a life that you rented
The demons and the devil’s vices find you
You throw your head back in laughter now
Masking the pain that overwhelms you
And the loss of your young years, to bright lights in the dark and soft thighs in your car
The sweet spreading pillars (of salt) now closed to you
Even if you manage to get it back again
You can’t keep up with it now
But what about You that chose not to live their youth at all?
Now old and alone
Seeking atonement through being a prayer mat for everyone’s ego
Instead of lights, you recoiled into the darkness
Ashamed of your wants and needs
But do you not know angels are servants and not saints?
Even the air you breathe is for everyone’s needs
Now your youth is gone , you realise love doesn’t need purity of mind
But now you are scared to revolt, lest you grow horns and go from a fake saint to the Devil incarnate.
Youth is always fleeting
Regret is the poison of growth
Flourish as you want, as you can – As much as the disabilities you would allow
Life did not stop at your youth
It was simply experienced.