Something begins to fade,
soft, sweet, and vulnerable
As change creeps in,
Harder, harsher and involuntary.
Is it a subconciouse wrong turn?
A necassary transition?
Or the brand of a lesson deeply burned?
I don't know if I care to take
the next smart move.
I've come so far from niave
but when did i turn cynic?
Childlike trust and innocence
abandoned long ago
but I still hold faith in spark of fire.
What happened to my warm heart?
It used to flow like sugar water
even when mixed with salty tears.
Oasis has turned mirage
and I feel so dry.
Im standing at an unknown crossroads
and im too blind to read the signs.
A bitter dusty trail could led to security
Is it possible
for a path to be both wise and wrong?
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