We Lose Ourselves

Could it be so soon?

Whispers emerge within

Lurking clouds,

Ready like lighting,

Striking down

All the fresh possibilities.

Sensibilities rained upon—

Dreams now gone,

Devoured by storm clouds

Not fit for young


It's time to grow up, glow up.

No contemplation,

Head down

And fasten your wits.

Don't mind the hits

That child-like wonder takes—

It breaks, marking the storm drains

With growing pains.

We age, engulfed in vain

To please others, while we


At the thought of being