The Young and Dumb, the Clueless Mind, the Simpleton

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Oh gather close, you wise and old,

And hear a tale once more,

Of hearts that burned too bright, too fast,

And minds that knew no lore.

They laughed beneath the hanging moon,

With pockets full of air,

They swore they'd rule the world by June,

But never made it there.

The young and dumb, with spirits high,

Their dreams were stitched in flame,

They carved their names on passing clouds,

Then swore they'd earn their fame.

They chased the wind through open fields,

And loved like gods on loan,

They drank from cups of "might have been,"

And slept on beds of stone.

The clueless mind, so proud and loud,

Would mock the warnings told—

"What's wisdom worth if youth is lost,

Or if the fire grows cold?"

They built their homes on shifting sand,

Their ships with paper sails,

Yet every fall, they'd rise again,

With wilder, louder tales.

The simpleton, with eyes so wide,

Believed the stars would wait,

He sang to storms and kissed the void,

And laughed right into fate.

No caution in their eager steps,

No map to guide their trail,

They called it freedom, not a trap—

A ship too bold to fail.

But time, that thief, it takes its toll,

And youth begins to fade,

The echo of their reckless joy

Now dances in the shade.

Yet do not mourn the foolish ones,

For in their blaze they shone—

The world was never theirs to keep,

But still, they made it known.

So raise a glass to fire and rain,

To plans that come undone,

To all who dare and never learn—

The young, the dumb, the sun.