Dark hair, lit eyes, white smile has been looking for a while
For some fun to try.
Not for that gallantry that is too familiar as is recently claimed,
For the aim must be much more dignified, it would be a shame.
Not wasting youth on pretending to be older, that's awfully wise;
Reckless, pragmatic, truly a mindset quite uncommonly put.
But, one thing: remember that it never ends well telling lies
To one's self; it ends up getting to places unwanted like soot.
One day breathing will suddenly get more difficult to control,
The line will have been crossed but words won't explain
How to make time go back to when there was no such parole
Nor prison like this one that protects from outside, the rain.
Infirm of the heart, decided of the mind, this cage is dusty.
Why must it look so unfitting, so cynical, so inconsiderate?
How does white smile, slender figure, crystal voice put it
So passively, so endearingly?
