Time and enthusiasm are the prerogative of youth, is also a gradual loss that no one, no one can force last fall.
If so, why not flavored May the youth in efforts to end, so that someday when turning their head to look back to see dazzling moments rather than time series lazy drifting aimlessly, no dreams, no ideals.
Life but to themselves drifting is a failure. Who knows then breaking waves will shove me in pain? Alarm to, just close enough to shirk safe or not.