The doom of innocence is something rarely shown,
a hidden trap that holds us in a limbo-comfort zone.
we piece together days in ways we feel are just our own,
not recognizing every path we choose is overgrown.

The clean slate, a mind un-marred, bright as sunlight, white as stars.
The little child cannot survive this blaze,
the adolescent craze constructs a maze
that so few leave without a scar.

Inseperable as water to the rain.
Immeasurable and too hard to restrain.
days are years with so few fears involved
that pain can be resolved by giving it a name.

a secret doesn't have to eat your heart out,
doesn't have to mute your soul.
there's no sense growing armor to repel the blows of life,
cause even plastic armor takes its tole.

I'd never laugh again it seemed
because it crumbled, all the
things that I had dreamed
disolved like sugar in my tea.
When I faced the mirror all
I loved was looking back at me.

some days cloud over-casting you in shadow,
and there's always so much time.
There will be an end to feeling this
but first you'll have to climb
out on a thin branch,
and reach with all your might,
the night is just a tenent
and tomorrow's looking bright.

Try, I wan't to try again and win,
because the ghost of what could be
is always pushing me again.
I've been seen through eyes
that have a tantalizing sheen,
a pleasant sort of face
that hasn't lost its green.

And I will never deceive me.
I'll drink from every cup.
because it's only what is lonely
that has shown me what it is to not give up.