The Meaninglessness of Misspent Youth

I understood so little, I didn’t see the truth;

will I ever know what I didn’t in my misspent youth?

Nowdays when I see and I read from there

there’s new meanings and reasons to care.

The music of madness, the Prophet’s line,

held hid in them deep, so many a sign.

The meaninglessness of misspent youth,

hiding from me so much of the truth.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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