Sed fugit intere; Fugit irreparibile tempus -Virgil

I want to be a fugitive and for ever elude

of time its pungent sequels and threads

that brand for life as only one and  brief.

I fancied myself in everlasting joyous prime

Though my hank  had passed beyond its half.

All trivialities, sports and sprees interrupted

When is approaching the hoary and acrid age

will smother my blossoming and bonny flesh.

I dare not greet such mankind´s fiend but deride

Her insofar my earthly flame wants to devoure

All countries, landscapes, modes and lifestyles,

And crazily to live a thousand lives in mine.

Such are my irrational and wishes nonsensical

Till my restless spirit may not forge me ahead.

In a frenzy seeking feckless and limitless pleasure;

Wandering by cities my yearning not quenched,

Neither fulfilled nor strained yet contentment

Of such looney madly daring quest I must find.

If soon my adventuresome and boisterous mind

might not a wrecked and knackered body match.

Taking heed how callously the foul hatchet of time

Foils my plans, farewell pleasures and trifles in vain.

I must defuse all vogues, swanky and stylish crazes;

May I blunder farcically amid a throng of strangers

´Cause I can´t deceive my comrades in the counterfeit.

Only the newest bozos and bumpkins are easily bolted

My bountiful deeds are ditched & my craves condoned.

Fumbling goals and my rapturous exultations deferred,

All delights delayed, all my surfeits are to be doomed;

Insofar me as humans are in thrall to our fateful event

All  props, dreams &vanities that flit me are blanched

To affright me, the wallowing unbridled race is halted.

It is untimely to gamble wandering when all is withered;

I should borne along in poise while the tide is attuned.

My wavering balance & trepidation to end are doomed,

The golden gates are very far and I cannot be entangled

In the skein of life twice, my mortal ebb would be waned

Useless like the Moon´s daily toils the tides unpurposed

My fluttering heart and cocky demeanor may be trimmed

My mirth and blooming to a catastrophe due to be hastened.

The forward decay are only shadows of death later appeared

By my infatuations and overzealous lusts my life isn´t saved.