Out Of Youth


The town calls out to me
In glory
In passion
I float down the river
Waving a “see you later” to dead friends
Promising not to take this short life for granted
Thou art will roar, o my beloved lost soul
I take a million looks outside
Art endlessly paints my local skies
Each day is a new canvas
My eyes are glued as the scenery changes
Feeling my past enlighten the color of everything
I will survive
The Earth is not told
How to grow up
I’ll destroy the example
To go completely off the rails
Deep into God’s eyes
Looking for the Author of my story
Young souls want fame and money
The aged ones desire to find meaning and beauty
Turning up towards the skies
I can feel my purpose pulsate
The town calls out to me
In glory
In passion

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