Coming of Age

To all things I shall bring an end
Within my head all things must spin
The nature of the beast it seems
Takes pleasure in its beastly reams

To shed this skin a night must hold
A new skin from an old skin mold
I take this life; I turn it over
Perhaps my strife has made me older

Wiser now and privy so
To worldly sow and worldly show
Good night world, and when I wake
I'll conquer you with last night's take.