Shall I be happy or sad?
That one more year is gone.
And with it, my senseless, joyous teenage.
Neither remembrance nor wishing would now be enough,
that I can take flight back to those days,
spent wandering in dust and toys.
Ah, The Typhon Time, which takes away with it,
even the best and the worst of moments,
leaving here to stay, only marks of retrospection,
in wrinkles and scars.
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