Always have been looking for

Running about tirelessly

My messy feet

Disturbed many people


My immature enthusiasm

Blown up by hot dust

Hanging from the treetops

In front of passers-by


This fire of youth

Burning with the utmost sincerity

And with a great bang

Looks a little reckless

(And at the same time

A bit shabby

So can’t reach the moon and flowers)

The end is nothing more than

Into a silent smoke


This flag of youth

Now at the end of the road

After many setbacks

It has become ragged

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