It's said time a reflection of one's self
Captured memories treasures from the past
Dangerous yet alluring sometimes deeply felt
Best remembered in the dreams one cast
Upon this path we walk, we age
Leaving our youth behind
Like a bird hoping to leave its cage
We thrive to fly with clearness of mind
But that's not always the case
For life comes with ragged edges
Bumps we feel to line our face
Emoting fears we transverse the ledges
Afraid of what's below
We stare straight ahead
Creating a facade to proudly show
A cover easily painted and shed
Now as the gates of reality nears
It's time to close this page
Bringing an end to whimsical cheers
Of my ambitions of becoming a sage
Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
May 25, 2009
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