Fountain of youth, life spirit 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 play ground to the slay ground,
The sombre middle ground absords the emptiness.
Look back across the marble sea of discovery,
A fountain of innocent 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, to tread back down those corridors.
Fountain of youth, oh how I bathed in your innocence,
And now in cold repose, I must face the bitter truth...