Flashback: 06

I can't believe I was 16. Wow:

He walked by my side
The old looked away
As this reflected their future
The young paid no mind
And continued their play
They barely glanced nonchalantly
I held my head high
And I knew that this had
To be my last chance to be seen
How funny it is
So true, but so sad
We only live once we know Death

I only lived truly
When he came to my side
An ominous figure of black
I wanted to change
Before I died
To leave mark on this world
What a sorrow it would be
To be forgotten so soon
A life is made special to make a difference
To hear someone say
Under the full moon
That you were worthy of remembrance

The gift of a rose
With thorns like a knife
Is pain meant to increase admiration
As death is a thorn
To the beauty of life
Which teaches us to appreciate too late
Here is your rose
Your piercing thorns too
Be a bit out of the box if you wish
Think as you will
Always be you
And live life before he comes