The boy runs hard to be a man
He fights as he acts to hurry time
His whole life is too slow for his plan
Never seeing the hills he must climb
Patience is the will he ignores
Speeding through the hours he plays
Anxious not to lose the time he stores
Passionate nights don't follow bored school days
Youth often wasted on conflicting thought
Ignorant questions offer slim chances
Teenage dreams are sold or never bought
The hollow jester for the king always dances
Then all in passing time is slowly revealed
As the joints stiffen and age lines appear
Was it all just a lost secret sealed?
What was the future I once so feared?
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