Just kids, and dumb,
Running from
All good that comes,
Hearts grow numb
Feelings are shunned
And everyone
Will soon become
All alone.
Scarred, skin and bones
Scared of unknown
And monotoned
In sinking boats
That really float
But only go
Around a moat
In denial.
Nothing is worthwhile,
Thoughts on a turnstile
Extending for miles
Lined up in file
Falsified smiles
Cunning and guile
Spilt down an aisle
Tears trickle.
Wounds from a sickle
Endlessly fickle
Peer through a brick hole
To see light.
Use all your might
Hop on a flight
Swallowing pride
Know it feels right
New warmth inside
Staleness has died
Little butterflies
New and clear sight
Thinking "this must be life"
You blossom.
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