Whatever happened to the youth
my years on Earth were meant to hold?
It seems as though, to tell the truth,
they were lost, pawned or sold.
To what bidder? I don’t know.
Must have been ages ago.
Can you see my creeping shame
at the hands of the mundane?
What telling signs along my frame
give away this surging pain?
Leaving halfway? Bother not.
These days no one spares a thought.
And my path eludes me still
as distractions make their way.
Daily battles thwart my will
as I’m smoothly led astray.
Forever yearning desperately
for a gleam of clarity.