This longing called youth
THIS LONGING CALLED YOUTH.
How many opportunities I missed when I was young.
How many friends I wasted without the wisdom to discern who would walk by my side no matter the road.
This longing called illusion that inhabited my youth.
ONE DAY I WOKE UP WITHOUT STRENGTH...
It was as if I had...
Late...
How many opportunities I missed when I was young.
How many friends I wasted without the wisdom to discern who would walk by my side no matter the road.
This longing called illusion that inhabited my youth.
ONE DAY I WOKE UP WITHOUT STRENGTH...
It was as if I had...
Late...