Twelve

There was, this saying

That all good things

Must come to an end,

And things starts to bend.

There are walls built,

To stand the hurricanes.

At twelve,

Bridges are crossed

Mountains are climbed

But often play pretend

As we go ’bout the day

Our minds tend to evolve.

Everyone has their monsters

That they hide from.

Everyone has their monsters

That they’re shutting out

From the people’s eyes,

And from their ears.

No one in their minds

Wants all of the good

To come, a full stop!

Adjust, getting to know

Someone you just met.

Welcome to hell!

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