I am young; my heart still warm with life.
My blood still sweet; not yet bittered by mocking regrets.
Fiercely loyal to those I love; an immeasurable strength of will.
My faith in mankind, hopeful still.
From the shadows, I carefully watch.
A silent observer, I see the minutest detail.
There is more I know than I let on.
Rarely do I fail to miss the goings on.
I am young, yes; but I am aware.
Aware that life must be properly lived.
For life not lived well- one of ardent passion and aliveness,
Has been a life irresponsibly lived.
Youth may own my age
But not the inclination towards inanity.
Common in those just out of adolescence
Taking their beginning steps into adultness.
I open my heart to all of life,
So that I may absorb all of its essence.
You will find no callousness there,
But pure joy there.