The blurriness in the vision,
Comes with young age.
Unclear curved lines &
The image is incomplete.
Until darker lines of tread create
Lines formed on our faces,
Does the image presents to us.
But what is lost is the blank canvas,
The uniqueness and beauty of being new.
But what is lost, is another gained treasure.
A painting you created all by yourself.
A lived life of your doing, of your choices.
Of how you are, were, & will be as a person.