Aging

As I crawled from beneath the jagged shards of my dreams

I wallowed in their fragments just to remind me why I bleed

Temptations of a shallow soul

Break to the surface of my self control

Only to be ripped away by the undertow churning with rejection

How do I subdue the little girl lost?

Do I hold her underneath these waters?

Waiting for the bubbles to stop

Can I kill the innocence inside?

While retaining a sense of pride?

Am I willing to move on at any cost?

Or am I a monster after all?

I cannot for the life of me

Remember a day when my words gleamed

With light and hope upon a spire

Of potential and hopeful desire

Why does the ink upon the page

Allude to the new moon and it's absence in this phase?

Do I find some comfort in the end of it all?

Or do I hope from some light that will come from the dark to save us all?

How do I call upon my reasoning?

When the child in me still sees the future far?

When will I become a true adult?

One that can stop putting their hopes into dead stars

Is there a day that will come

When I will bask in the light of recognition?

Do I follow my heart to it's doom?

When I see this world as confused

All I hear in the  voices

Making their choices

Is this instructon to age

To conform and to live between satification and a lie

I keep pointing up but no one else has faith in the sky

Where do turn?

When your hearaches for the truth you learned?

When your battered and bruised

From fighting with idealisim and the truth