I was young once.

A long time ago.

When the sky was turned white,

And the skin of the Earth was just starting to wrinkle.

I was young when the air was clear and the water blue.

What a time to be young, alive.

I am old now, and you are young.

Young when the world cracks with decay and water burns with black fire.

Young when cities fall,

When food is naught but ash.

I am old now, with gnarled hands and creaking joints.

And you are young, with soft skin and sparkling eyes.

But I would rather be old, having known paradise,

Then be young knowing it not.