adolescence is a brilliant recollection;

adolescent days were spirited and bright,

minutes and seconds passed like hours,

and the slow process of teenaging halted

during bookish weekdays.

adore the essence of pre-adult reflections,

the tragic evanescence of youth time

It made me realize that there’s more to

the grim spectacle we call life

Than the undying cycle of living and passing

It made me realize there’s a journey to

Behold beyond the gates of imagination

A place inscrutable, barren and foggy

Unknown til now through teenaging years.

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