In youth eternal my fear was this;
That life should deny me of my bliss.
Fear shall grant such ardent delight
When love is granted after each fight.
Such passion is burned in our youth
Yet we all forget that solitary truth.
Come the barrier of adult and child
I grew weary of love and became wild
With a fresh new cynic's stern contempt
Of the future some lost child dreamt.
Instead of future I wanted mystique
Something to simply mark me unique.
Away from hatred I wandered on
With new fears becoming so strong.
The future had come calling once more
But with reality to support its law.
I had not a loving partner nor career
And no direction at which to steer.
I claimed indifference and spoke a lie
But the blank fog of future was yet more sly
Fear once again beside me strode
And kept upon my back that shifting load;
What is it that humans will always lust?
But we say fills us with pitying disgust?
We are so obviously cruelly incomplete
To crave the knowledge that we are elite.
Through memory we'd live for an age or two
And reach truce with Death without further ado,
For our fear is of being more of the same
When Death strips us of all but a name.