Youth
Nothing could replace
That bedroom floor
Nothing could replace
What the fight was for
Fall lounge scents
Dark terrors
Which the night
Is full of
Smells of blankets
Clean and smothering
That peaceful pressure
Dull and withering
Away
Gone, gone
Away
And gone
Not knowing
That not all
That is valuable
Is silver and gold
Only caring
For those vices
That we now deem
Valorious and old
Consume Reality! 