Our Youth.The teeming city,
the dandelion child, leaning on nothing but air.
The regrets of our youth,
-Did we not strive to make the world a better place?
I regret not the corrosive heart i carried,
through the carnal world,
but rather my fear of the flickering, bright lights.
-Did we run amok?
As i write in ink and blood and dirt,
i choose too see
that there was no other choice.