two zeros.
two twos.
letting go
of my youth.

yesterday I took a look
at some chapters of my childhood.

a lot more things I could have done.
hoping for new when something ends.
roaring twenties here I come.
i‘m hiding behind my camera lense.

had memories going through my mind,
entrust them to some flying clouds.
letting some of them behind.
words in my mouth, don’t let them out.

turning my back
and turning things around.
turning old.
that’s what it’s all about.

i’m leaving on a note of sorrow.
looking forward to a rhyme tomorrow.

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