Clandestine

These thoughts can wait;
one day you'll be a butterfly.
You got a good many years left
- got a big slice of pie.

So you tuck it away; you lock it up,
surrounded by a moat.

You put that collagen in the safe, and
wanna keep the world small. Well
all those disappointments you faced
growing up are real.
So real, you gotta suck it up, honey.

You never realize that you'll someday be
eighty thousand years old well
your boat is sinking already honey.

You realize but, well
you don't really understand how soon
the days get put in a blender.

Well, you understand but you miss the boat, that
your life is lived in the shampoo and the dust mites,
the friends under your bed, and the keepsakes - these everyday moments.

The worst form of procrastination -
is the omission from yourself,
of
that which you keep secret
that which is clandestine.
You're putting off the realization until
it's time.

Well your bubblegum can't plug those holes now, honey.

You kept it away from your mind.
In the desperate attempt to save
your youth
-
you made it clandestine.
Your boat is half sunk these days  -
well your bubblegum can't plug those holes now, honey.