The Promised Land of Youth
The Promised Land of Youth
It effaces like dust whooshed away my wind
You can wallow deep in ethereal love affairs
While time and space is changing significantly around you
Reversing many discourses of truth
One after another
You stump on a memory so that it ceases to change its shape
Calling it sacred
But you are a fool
If you think your parlous state would excite pity
Rather it would inspire disgust
Poison becomes harmless, treated to rotten souls
Young souls perish daily under the carcasses
Of a broken past and
Under the platitudinous remarks of a rosy future
There, in this very transition
In the gaps and cracks
I silently enjoy “freedom”
To wake up again to the tyrannical world of youth-
“A promised land to the promising youth”!!