Deeply embedded wrinkles

You walk carelessly Each step a bouncing and heartfelt skip, That is until a pebble is unearthed Causing your form to trip. Adrenaline and youth surging You decide to push on, However, muscles start to strain But you are determined to see the red of the dawn. A storm of ice and fire hits Itching…

Youth is just an echo of age

Am I temporary? Youth litters my skin, Taunt body climbing through age Yet I’m too scared to begin. Am I temporary? Epic fantasy clogging my mind, Realism is a dedicated decision That I long ago left behind. Am I temporary? Soon age will wither my body, Mind slowly failing Until I am like everybody. Temporary