We only look like that
When we’re twenty-three
Hair blowing in the wind
Walking casually
A world of eyes
Taking us in
No real concern for anything
Or what lies around the bend
And once we look like that
We seem to be
Attending to realities
Soon realizing that we are
Twenty-three years older
Holding on to twenty-three
The newborn youth we used to be
We see ourselves becoming
A version of what we had no clue
Would be our truth to be
So many dreams were dreamt
Beneath the stars inside our youth
Beholden to the same remains
A youthful heart within the frame
That is also the container to
The one who once was twenty-two
Becoming twenty-three
© GÄ
Poétique 