Written by C Hues
December 16, 2023
Goodbye, young man. I didn’t want to know you. I know you didn’t want to learn and didn’t want to grow too. As you reached new heights, your soul sank low. So one years’ time moved a snail’s pace slow. Goodbye, young man. Time’s gone, now go. If I say “you”, I can bear the blow. As your Spring cools and skips to snow. Goodbye young man, it’s not for show. Overnight, I aged a hundred years. Now, sleep is the greatest of my fears. When you live by your libido, Your passion is surpassed by your ego. When you live by passion, Self-destruction is an art form. Your passion is surpassed by your ego When you’re young and dumb. Self-destruction is an art form, When you don’t have to fight for crumbs. Now, sleep is the greatest of my fears. Overnight, I aged a hundred years.