Empty Youth

Are you satisfied?
Have you achieved dreams
dreamed on edge with
cliffs catching your
fall?
Plummeting into adult hood
surrendering to your
inadequate self.
Morphed by transgressions
placed by you.
Have you conquered your
demons?
Has life dealt you blows
that if memory shows
you cannot defeat?
Please
Speak more telling
the eyes of the beast.
Have you gained purpose
Or
Is your life an abyss?
Wasting days
wondering your purpose
While years crept in.
Now, it's too late.
Purpose was hired elsewhere
as procrastination
settled into you desk.
And dreams are
Artifacts covered in dust
left fragile to touch
and set on pedestals
within your
Mount Olympus.