The Basement Writings

Life

I have never felt so alone in a crowd
I am dressed yet still felt bare, stark naked like the ground
I never knew some things could make me feel opposite of what they seem
The things unknown be known with time as it would be

To complain for what I have and to moan for what's impossible
Is like asking the raven dark crow to paint its feathers as white as snow
But to be satisfied of what's in front of me
Is like turning against my greed which cannot be

For my dream's unreachable and my ambition as high
The awakening is impossible and the spring fever is nigh
To be left comfortable in the arms of what I am used to do
Myriad dreams I have and even lofty ambitions won't be true

If youth could last, wouldn't it be a joy indeed?
For joy had no date, nor age no need
But truth be told, even trees grow old
Only with memories can Youth be brought back untold