Still Young Poem by Hasan Haskovic

Never lacking opportunity to falter
Yet never finding one to shine
Many ways to steal what belongs not to me
And thus lose all that is mine

So my hands to myself do I keep
Far from lust, free of disbelief
Never ventured too far ahead
Things beyond the horizon better left off unsaid
Unmentioned
Unnoticed

Years on perhaps I will come to understand
The lives I touch, the life I live
Reminiscence perhaps may falter on demand
But as long as I have love to give
I am not alone

Not alone and thus not forgotten
Not of steel but somehow not yet rotten
The sinew of time is mine to split
The mistakes are mine to admit;
My skin isn't exactly a perfect fit
Do you see it?

Not exactly self-made
These notches upon my face
Hardened by Winter mornings
Coldened by their embrace
I wait for you in the blue, foggy haze

Years on perhaps I will see a way to reverse the curse
Sing your name and announce it in every verse
To live for days better, not worse
You and I, destined as masters of the Universe

Still without reserve the tears rain down your cheeks
It is I who had caused the leaks
Yet I know not how to stop their fall
And more so I am worth nothing at all
I feel little pride in who I have come to be
Some know it, some may not see
But as long as I have this road of thorns to walk
My story will have no epilogue

Set in ruins, voicing the light
Hymns unsung to those dead in the night
My heresy shall fight for it's right
To give back the blind their sight

But why even try?
Half the world still wages wars
While the other half drinks wine
And drives fast cars
Bound to collapse, these things shall come to pass
The day we run out of gas

The apple falls not far from tree
And even though it longs to be free
It will always be shackled to the Earth in a degree

As we all are, I guarantee
Wings clipped and without our gills
We dig our way into the depths of the hills
Hiding from the Sun, we have nowhere to run

Our ratio a billion to one