Youth runs with the will to beat the odds
and did you think
it was a game,
and you had found a way
to win?
what now your surety,
now it's over?
did you not think it was real for a while?
did you not know a kiss
or two
that could have
awoken your heart?
you run the old familiar
hideaways
just a quick fix,
turning tricks,
to face the gore again
and still forget
the meaning of your own tears
your grasp fails
again,
and you slip unknowing into the
unfolding masterpiece
...once more
did you really need to forget
in order to live
or did you see that it was all
an illusion?
how far then will you go,
how many unheeded promises
to yourself?
will you not then come home with us?
will you not
let us share your pain?
-for we have known it too
and now know
its end
or will you stay
mingled with crowds
a while
longer,
leave till later
that quiet part of you
that you
too
forgot to do? ...
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