It's one in the morning
The ancient city sleeps
Oblivious the madness of youth
And dull glow of neon
I straddle two worlds
Young & old
I am awake
Eyes bloodshot
Body weary
Spirit driving us forward
I seek the calm of age
The vitality of youth
Both tease me
Without finality
But I know that youthfullness
Is temporary
Its madness will subside
And I will find the comfort
Of sleep
Soon
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