How the time of youth is to be spent? One day in despair and another in dreaming, One step to heaven and another to the cliff. Yet no spring beauty nor summer passion has such grace in the harsh face of your pestilence, for these wrinkles tell a story of fever wishes, and our righteousness in its most audacious forms. We have all been so young and so beautifully foolish, Rebel, schemer, and atheist all I have been perfected weaving into the lush melody of a beloved maiden song, wherein a youth was tossed high to reach the moon's palace and to catch a falling star in one single-minded embrace. However clumsy, there is a hidden garden in time's phrase, Where grows still perennial claret roses and water lilies. In the last attempt, only the luckies swims into the unknown: the guarded paradise wherein all forgotten love shall return... So wondrous and so dangerous are the meandering paths of our Youth, Dare me to live anew! for mediocrity is the grand feast of a slow death.