Originally posted by lokutus_prime:

Oh the feeling of being young, seeing the world through youthful eyes, watching and waiting for things to unfold, gazing in joy at star filled skies. The years pass by, time does mount; age and reckoning begin their count. Life lays its hands on youthful face, covering innocence with increasing pace, until one day, one year one decade, has painted all that has been made. I challenge Time, though it will not hear any reason or plea for it has a deaf ear, but I shall not bend to its burden of fear. I hold up my face to the new day's sun, my heart full of hope, for I am not done. I greet each new morn and dance to a rhyme that tells me within that I still have time. Happy Birthday to me I gain one more year, I tell me I'm younger, and that's good to hear.



(c) Lokutus for-ever-young Prime