Growing pains

Many years ago

I was told to be a man

By eyes that held a glow

In a valley filled with sand

Far away from everything

Tucked away into a hill

Through trees and open plains

Where lies and truth could kill

I pondered then, what may become

Would i collapse at the very thought

Perhaps i would be undone

Or maybe not

Could i exist

Was it all a dream

The point of life

Seemed too obscene

But then i saw it

Through rose tinted glass

A mirror of sorts

A portal to the past

I peered through reflections

Of the life i had lived

Careless and free

A life without sin

And then a distortion

Where love was supposed to be

Like a ghost of a fog

Of some fucked up grey sea

I was sure, in that moment

That life had a plan

I was to die after all

It was time to fold my hand

The cards were stacked against my house

The architect fucked up he left something out

Missing supports for most of my life

Pull the plug or pull me out of the night

Into the day, or what's left of the light

I sleep most of it off like a bad trip to fight

Take flight with a drug that brought laughter and fear

So when i am gone, don't shed one tear

The frames painted over, a portrait of null

The poison in my veins, only there to dull

A loss of feeling, or regaining of some

No threat of distinction, artificial fun

Many years ago, i became a man

And with my eyes aglow, i sift through the sand

Waiting in silence, for someone to show

Eternal existence, I'm drifting like snow

My heart is like glass, transparent and fragile

Maybe worth something, but i can't imagine

That people would want it, it's too immature

Or maybe too aged, a top sell, I'm sure

The highest bidder won't have enough cash

To reclaim the remains from all of the ash

Priceless both ways, unique and alone

Through writing a glimpse, of what's left of my soul

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