The Spirit Of Youth Poem by Nathan Strange

The spirit of youth is a delicate fluorescent candle.
It gets blown in all directions.

It has little control of what goes on around,
It flickers this way and that, blinking like a bolt of lightening.

The spirit of youth is vulnerable, sometimes naïve and foolish.
It's sometimes fiery, red-hot and blistering like a bonfire.

It searches for a shape, yet is insatiable and changes like the clouds in the sky.
But most of all the spirit of youth is lost, it's trying to find the way home and

That's why it burns so brightly, melts so slowly and fades into the green dusk of dreams unconsciously.