There came the day of illumination
No longer a child.
Where went the things I missed?
Now I miss the things I had
Who were they as people, not staples?
When scared to ask, I may never know
Oh! To be young and carefree
It's never been this way
Worry's been as ever-present as my eyes
The eyes that don't know what to see
I'm scared of the things to come;
The person I may become.
With few virginities left to lose
The jar in my mind slowly grows empty.
I refuse to admit the jar has no bottom.
Where did they go, where did I go
There's still that childish sense
To be loved, held, to know it
More and more, I'm charged with the holding.
There seems no end to these childish fears
Adulthood may never feel right.
I was a person then
The same physical person I am now
The pathways of the mind have set their course.
When I steer off course, the next pathway's in the abyss.
Better, worse, better, worse.
Just some light reading :)