The light simmers my soul as it heats my skin,
And pushes blank stare in to cheeky grin.
It blinds my eye to the tainted truth,
And takes me back to a hungry youth.
The drive, the verve, that suits me well,
But tends to only last a spell.
My reserve of life, to draw me on.
Enjoy my time before its gone.
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