Kaleidoscope

Up the hourglass

Past-curfew suburbia used to be my teenage years kingdom,
City nights were the unknown forest of hidden treasures.
Neon lights the fairy fires leading the way,
Numbness of mind was the quest that kept us on the road of self destruction.

And we long ago buried the honour of our knighthood.

Coming of age is a time when your expectations are higher than your self awareness.
But does the ear splitting need ever pass?
Or are we in a constant malaise of travelling up the hourglass.