The youth is a liquefied mass, mottle
The most moldable phase of existence
We are poured into a cork less bottle
An exposed soul with its glass residence
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A long dark road awaits you
And darkens with time
Much light may accompany you at the starting line
But as you run on it fades
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A hard choice, A difficult situation
A fine line was drawn, so they say
then you find your reasoning mulling it over,
And your curiosity taking your better judgment
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