The rising of a new east

Abuts the weight of time descendent

At first, the touch, the smell and taste

Bring life to the world new

But the flavors to the ascetic true

Are tasted at the crown of teen

Where feelings tense and traumas flow

Shapes a path to undo

Turmoils of the twenties groan

Waters the seeds of the thirties growth

The self nurtured so

And dreams tended to

Awakens the truer self

A player in an imaginary game

The expansion of conscious minds

The tool turn creator