my ramble.

Is my downfall
Truly of my youth
And my youth alone?
That I should folly
And blind myself
With self-centeredness;
That I should have
No care for no one;
That I am lousy scum,
Delinquetic and rebellious,
Just because...
I'm not yet thirty and shy?
Nay - I don't always
Trust the good measure
Of those proclaiming t'be
"Wisened by age," you,
Ramblers of truths.