Oh, to be a growing boy.
A dying man.
Starving for youth in a thriving world.
Could it be that we believe?
Perception got the best of me.
When all else failed for you to see.
Go on now, make it whole.
Fix it right.
Receive my goal.
Like father like son.
Become the one you like the most.
It's either or, not what you boast.
Criminals cry with broken silence.
For I am alone in this.
I watch the crawl become my dance.
She prances around the room.
Is it that time of year?
A time to fear.
So damn close, I can almost hear.
Smashing, crashing, waiting, dashing.
Leaving, cleaving, grieving, returning.
Back to what I knew.
I now know what was pure.
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