Sign of the Times
fiery scents and tones
to match my outlook
my turn is up
and I’m ready for a challenge
the age of infinity
a mid-way between
innocence and maturity
a proper approach
to a yearly celebration
only solidifies my fatigue
I’ve been searching
before I even knew
that my soul was taking
steps without me
to further my understanding
and fill in the missing pieces
left over from a life
I must have lived before
born aged into
a newly developing body
dripping with the grime
of some heinous former sin
over it before I had
my first taste of life
tired before I could walk
catching up to my past
as my present and future slept
tired before I could grow
to a stage where I could decipher
my agenda, hidden
in shadows and signs
tired before I started
and I’m not even half-way there