Youthful delusion of immortality soon fades like the flowers of spring and summer.
Oh how one longs for that season and mourns for the loss of youthful hopes, dreams, innocence, and
passion.
passion.
Just as the wino craves his bottle of bliss let me return to the days of foolish youth,
for ignorance was intoxicating like the most passionate kiss.
With increased wisdom and knowledge comes increased sorrows.
The greatest misery is the remembrance of happier times.
Echoes of distant memories torment the heart and mind as the rocking chair takes hold.
The shattered pieces of a once pristine and polished heart now lay in the basement of a sorrowful soul.
Tears are one's cup and grief become ones bread.
A stone for a pillow rests upon one's head while sleep is chased away by the melancholic whispers of the night.
What has become of the child that was sacrificed upon the altar of disillusion?
Resurrect the boy and kill the man.
Take back the weapons from his hands and return to him the keys to the promise land.
Haunted by so many years of impossible goodbyes.
Let me take flight upon the wind.
Let me ascend beyond the skies.
Oh ma'ma', ma'ma', can't you see,
this broken heart is what's killing me.
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