Power Of a yOuth
Power was given to all according to the depth of their will.
So That the strong willed can say,
Where there is a will there will always be a way.
As youthful as I am I know that chilling is only killing time
Those who kill time will be killed by time
Those who treasure time will be treasured by time
Fame is only for the name immortalized by great works
Shame is not only for the lame who wasted their time
Chilling, smoking, drinking, fucking killing their health
The wealthy stay healthy thats true prosperity.
The hour will come when chilling will be all that you will be able to do.
That power will not be found in aching bones nor in the ugliness of your wrinkled skin
But it will remain in your offsprings, your works, your deeds.
As it turns grey let go of the fray embrace true bliss from resting.
All vitality and virility gone what's left is nesting.
Rest is assured if you utilized youth
Restlessness is found
If you wasted
Youth.
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