|You think, perhaps, that you will live
For death, still out of sight, is out of mind.
perhaps, is destined for another,
And anything that's broken soon will
You seek the ecstasy in every moment,
caring what the consequence may be,
Yearning for the black, tormented
That twists beneath the border of your day.
You plunge and plunge again, and still don't
Belying all the warnings that you've heard.
Joy fills you to
the marrow of your bones,
And all but what you hunger for seems
But all things have a price, as you will
Too late, when life presents you with the bill;
And you will
die too early, or in pain
Live on with wounds that never wholly
Oh, children full of passion and
Unwilling to mature before you choose!
Remember there is
wisdom in your fear,
And reason to think well what you may