Youth’s Folly


Isn't it silly
How we toss and turn at night
And turn all melancholic
And go berserk
Over how we look

Over the texture of our skin
The size of our thighs
The glow in our smile
And the sass in our stride

Insentient to the mere fact that
Life is, in some crazy way, a pointless
Illusion
A crazy, torturesome illusion

We're born
We live
We die
That's just the way it goes

However life and all it's miniscule
Trials and tribulations make us forget
Forget that it won't matter
Someday, ah, how I marvel at youth's Folly.

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