Thoughts take flight within my mind,
Knowing of answers, within me to find.
Questions unposed leave no room for truth,
This is the reality that I face in my youth.
Age is not but a number, no mystery there,
The older are wiser, yet no better they fare,
When facing a new day, and troubles untold,
Nothing remains but their weakening soul.
Everyday I fight forth with a hope deep within,
I hold to my dreams, though my spirit grows thin.
The virtue of patience has never been mine,
Even less now as I walk the straight line.
One question remains, no answer to find,
What should I appreciate within my own mind?
Insanity before me, the lone gift of time...