Fountain of youth,
Lifespirit flows into a well of truths,
Of cold and dim repose.
I craved to be as high as the pillowy clouds,
To walk amongst the tall,
Who used to look back down and frown.
Now here I stand by the wasteland,
Where our dreams began.
From these once golden fields our curiosity ran…
I chased the sugar claw through temptation’s door,
The bitterness I found…
Sweetness I taste no more.
From the playground to the slayground,
The sombre middleground absorbs the emptiness.
Look back across the marble sea of discovery,
A fountain of innocence flows in juvenescence.
I’m resident in corridors of sentiment,
I face the wall — discovery terminal,
But there’s no more false truths I wish to discover,
And I am physically unable,