The young fool
Cartwheels through his prime
Propelled each day
By the plumes of imbalance

Chemicals displace
And on he rolls
The perpetual reeling
The unrelenting loop

How he’s swift to revel
Quick to despair
Without sparing an instant
To savor each wave

Faster he wheels
Through his fleeting prime
Retaining the grit
The earth’s vile, muck, and grime

The voyage slows
To a winded halt
Leaving youth, stripped clean
Barren and devoid

Silence expands
Throughout
His used up frame