Youth in this World

Young to age, but old in thought—
I still wait for a time to be one with my mind to see.
Shall the mist of this damp dream,
Make hast to waste,
My thoughts to be placed.
Contemplate what may not trace—
My attraction to this inaction.

You where my love in life,
And my woman to end all strife.
But now what is to be,
Must be what my eyes cannot foresee.
In mere depths to this world,
Where time has no fortune
And men lay in the depths of one misfortune.

Now my eyes are heavy,
As all strength seems to flounder—
Time bears not a breath
On this once known boy.
May all be so in the end of trust
So that I may only know the distrust.