Youth is like a rest under a tranquility tree
it passes and goes by unknowingly
If I could go back to the field of my innocence
Inhale the sense of the purity of my world
Embrace the delicate feel of my immaculate thoughts
Listen to the songs of my heart
then I might have known myself a bit better.
A stranger inside laughs at the shattered truth
that becomes of this once lovely bone
For there as a child I question life and question people
and how they reason about life
How they can make a crooked truth about this perfect world
I ask why?
What becomes of this idealistic monsters
Call 'em intellect you who embrace this ridiculous and freaky world and live such a foolish life
Paint 'em cynical you who lives in pursuit of a higher purpose and self exultation.
In the estival of my life
Threading a fallacy of what people would think appropriate of me
an illusory, a sham a deceitful reflection of my naive unjaded soul.
A call to courage and fortitude awaken me from this tyranny
Salvage this tiny spark from the abominable parody of life.
