track¹²; the musings of an adolescent  :

The face speaks a raging hue,
The heart simmers a foreign emotion,
The mind is a scintillating muddle of thoughts,
The eye beholds what it desires,
The flesh burns at the littlest touch,
The ear craves for an unknown familiar.

Like the brimming cauldron of hormones that I am,
I wish for that, that is beyond my reach.

~maits⁶⁵