The clock is ticking. If you still have your youth by all means enjoy it, be young have fun. Look at the beautiful young people, they almost glow with their promise and their purity – go, join them, play. Watch out though, there is a man over across the way. He seems to be looking at those teens – he must be up to no good, just be careful is all I’m saying.
Tick tock. Every day stronger then the day before, every day faster. It seems there is nothing you can not do. The man is there though, around the corner. Big old man. Seedy looking. Not fresh and clean like us, like the people on tv. Does he frighten you? Put him out of your mind – go home, immerse yourself in all things young and innocent: Put on a diaper, Put on a dress.
In the end, your flesh betrays you. Your voice, deep and raspy in the morning. Your face, rough and shadowed in the night. Clear your throat, shave, comb just a little of that hair from the side up just a bit, to even it out. The children seem afraid, they have been tought to fear adults.