Tonight shall birth an age
behind wishes I never wished,
nor happiness I've begotten
before my living could ever teach;
a bold unfolding of predicaments
sealed beneath the liberty's light
and worldly hearsays of my becoming,
they never wanted--my ever sight;
what's underlying still
for such feared enthusiasm,
what's hidden--nineteen only knew
never secrets as my orgasm;
maybe only lived by my future
before my footsteps could erase,
though merely sidewalks are treaded
my teenage wisdom can't replace;
and tommorow shall break silence
only hidden in guilty vaults
of my never-burned secrecy
that never ages though it halts;
how this blurry gets me prouder
of what's blurriness be there lurking
within chambers I never opened;
when never closed is Satan's smirking;
'guess circumstance be circumstance
as my future regrets the past
through consistency of my solitude,
sneaking corners I couldn't last;
and time shall hold its time,
its morbid secrets including mine;
until forgotten, the final trick
whenever aging unveiles my signs;
