Twilight Of My Youth

Sad,
If one would think about it
How would all the days in the sun, in all their warmth and glory
Be fleeting in nature and little in nurture
And how the memory of it would further blinds us to the fact that
They are gone long before we realised it!

Yes, it all comes back to me, on the twilight of my youth
The one moment in time when, I realised, albeit a bit too late
That all those smiles and all those faces I’ve seen,
All the glorious days of the past ten years
Now stare at me through pages and pages
Of yellowing, black and white photos

Sad, or so it seems
That pretty soon I shall move on beyond the veils of the dying sun
And onwards into the fringes of lightlessness
Towards the darkness that may or may not promise a second daylight
As I find my well dried up and dusty again…

Yes, my time is still long, I know that already
But would it promise me a second dawn?
Would I still be returning to the place
Where I began my walk, at the end of my walk?

Or would I have reached a far greater world
That I could’ve only imagined without me realising it?
Perhaps there are some questions
That is best left unmentioned, or unanswered!

But what about the wisdom of experience?
What have I learnt so far that had kept me wishing?
Wishing that I could return to the beginning to start it all over again?
Why am I still feeling this way?

Maybe, maybe there are no more reasons left for us to grieve anymore
Maybe I did reach the end of the sky not long ago
With the only option left for me is to move upward forevermore
Perhaps it is best for me to stop holding the sky from changing for once
To prevent the twilight from disappearing with my youth for all eternity?
And perhaps it is best for me to move on forevermore

And perhaps, once I’ve fully embraced my adulthood
I would know, where all my roads would lead me from here…

THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
2004