Young Man

Young man, strifed for life, for nothing but his own

A silent speaker. An open mind

An intense dreamer, though so confined



Derogating more and more

Investigating, continuously, the power of individual strength

But his passion swept him away, off to the farthest shore



Tasted the sweet warmth of love only once or twice

He did realize, rebirth of these passionate emotions, could not be experienced one more time



He firmly, and stubborn to himself, continued his strife

He never knew what got him

But his life was bound to dim



Not like then

It would never be the same



Drowned in his own darkness, until the light goes out

It's hard to say, but it is better this way