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.