In Your Youth (Poem)

You thought of dystopia - a dark world - as the clouds

Rolled in, whether a cloud could be seen

In that puddle on the ground, in the absence of

Any light from above.   

In your youth, wayward, with little care. 

Startled, but with little remorse would follow your  

Own path. Yet simply to see those steps you took 

You might see they were mistaken.   

When you look back, do you see that 

The chase had no worth? Or under 

Those cloudy eyes, can you uncover? 

Simply fill your life with something other   

And chase what you no 

Longer can, and see no 

Bigger plan, and lose 

Your sight and security 

And now just frighten  

Easily   

Change your course and make your way - 

The clouds still cover the light of day.