The clock strikes one, childhood's end begins
Quick of mind and quick of limb
We travel around like flotsam and jetsam
The watchers ask, "Who goes there?"
And I say, "Move out of my way, be aware"
Fashion, music and subculture
But I was ripped out of teen time by life's vulture
And dropped into the car crash of my twenties
Disaster, sadness and madness
I fossick through the debris to find my identity
Rehabilitation
The seasons change and the winter skies of my thirties appear
Isolation, solitude, meditation, reflection, and study
It is half past 38
I have weathered my parents' storm
It is time to move back to my home
The clock strikes 40
At last
I am revealed
Krystal Orkid