A voice stays caged in my soul
Moments served In a hole
Alcohols and wild dances and the show
Those moments still rove
Blind youth in me cry wild
The beats spoke home
Where youth dined smoke
Young women swayed bones
Still wild but old with sticks
He nods and tap away from graceful streak
How youth soon flee it's peak
Lost in memories he paused
Betty blue the gal with the horse
Danced and immersed in brine of booze
How weak she lay
When youth flees another voice speak hoarse
In somber woods deep in the heart
Wild animals speak through calm minds
And all caged in youth
Spent on party and drugs
Regrets eats walking sticks
Reason prevails the weak
Who with sober eyes
Recalls the lengthy youth
Wriggled in beats
Dissolved in the violent fumes
The stank odours from putrid pores
The drips of sweat from veteran whores
Repentant frogs
Experimental hogs
All that remains is the youth
Soaked in a caged voice in the old
The regrets and self amuse afternoon
Rocking chairs
And the matric fumes reminds
It surely reminds
The youth
And how we spent it
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