life weighs with an ache, bitterly lashed, upon the flesh of a man and he loses his grip on this brief life span. 

youth hides the truth in dreams aflight. passion planning the outcome of the day with thoughts played hot upon the drum of sentience and suddenly he sees his flesh and feels his bones, cold and brittle.

this fast pace fueled by the impatience to be free, so convinced that fear drives the old fools to wasted years. experiences are had with lessons neither learned nor gained and lines are bordered all too close to distinguish here from there.

years slide along and boys must become misters and make a memory of themselves as ones unchained and the here and now is of as much debate as the hereafter.

so unknown is it all to them…


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