The Fool

Youth, the feeling that time will continue on.
I the youth, the golden-pink dawn
Young and forever unwilling to spawn
Youth, we dreamers, we fall for the con.

No time to savor your coke
Too young to drink, too healthy to smoke
But I sip a little and then take a toke
We act serious to ward off the joke

We, too young to note the passing hour
Or to glance at a flower
Yet I will climb the tower
Before the world begins to grow sour

Youth, Too level-headed for danger
Or to say hello to a stranger
Or seek redemption from the manger

I, your youth, will throw down the clock and say
“I am not the prisoner of today,
Laughter and tears are my domain,
I will not lie, I will not feign
We dwell in a new land, not meant for the sane”