Young

Wrote this poem while listening to a special Radiohead song.

Young,

lost in seductive scenarios.

Time to focus on the stereo.

The company - bad,

her touch - light.

Old,

The brook of time continues to pass.

She, a stoic figure in my thoughts.

I, stuck in the scum of traversed time;

not a step taken.

Our unscheduled meeting is soon.

Author's Note

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