Holes of life

I've got some holes
and they stick like chewing gum
one from childhood
melting chocolate in the sun.

Got another one from youth
with a taste of burning leaves
and it pulls me like a train
rushing by so i can't breath.

Spent my youth quite reckless
so holes pile up like bales of straw
sexual excitements, greed
and some dark spots more.

When will i die or reconcile?
These holes shall reclose soon.
I dreamt a state of wholeness
it felt so tight, like a full moon.