Growing Up

I think I forget.

I'm sorry, have we met?

It's been a time, you see

My double visions gone to three.

I have yet to open eyes,

sifting truth from the lies

if you give me some more time

I can show you all the signs

of when it was I lost my mind

I've seen so much and now I'm blind

but this insanity, the vanity

a veil masking the humanity

is all too real, too much to take

a willingness to only break

the conformity, abnormally

I invite you now, cordially

to understand the depth of this.

Ignorance is pestilance.

Something that we will regret

teaching children to forget

the wishing well, time will tell

if you've trapped them in a grown up hell.