Ages of time

The awkwardness of youth gives way
to the sway of illusion
That we know who and what we are
And have our selves together
The awkwardness of youth passes by the glibness of age
Until we enter that stage again.

Bemused Musings

What do we tell ourselves
when there’s no one else around
What do we believe of ourselves
when there’s no encouragement to be found
Where do we turn
when the turnings seem aground
Where do we find ourselves
when the lost want to be found
[sgchris 2008]