A young, naive, impulsive me anticipates the future
In a competitive world, an actor, and a late bloomer
Seemed to savor, as we were, a present tense enjoyer
I hold on to the feeling, as I am still not losing her

What awaits could be death, or blissful paradise
I believe that my progress, is in a counter clockwise
Not choking, and no pain, just filled with compromise
Just a tongue of lies, which speaks unacted advise

Body is not deserving of an investment, I claimed
We breathe to slowly decay, as youth will be drained
It's the intentions that matter, it must be sustained
If we pursue nothing, we're doomed to be ashamed

Or we can choose to change, together and forever
To enter the realm of our peaks, to exceed whomever
Witness success, with no recess, because we're clever
And escape the feeling of being under the weather


© Dizon