Gone is an era-
staring at the mirror,
an acquaintance stares back.
still wet behind his ears,
or the overseeing doppelganger,
The era of precociousness is long gone-
now taunts even in darkness,
whose presence went amiss.
Erraticism and Cynicism have settled in-
undeviating nature lost to convolution;
Once peaceful nights,
are now awaken to the pounding heart.
I gaze among the stars
I will catch an eye with a watchful star;
it might say,
“let’s walk together,
You are alone there and I here.”