Growing Up

Fri, 10/10/2014 - 10:22 -- jmmt4

You try and chase illusions

To become a god like Mars

Bringing you to wrong conclusions

I see you reaching for the stars


You think you hide your scars

Oh the things your mind does twist

As you chase shiny black cars

Your dreams are simply mist


I remember the child I once kissed

But you’ve forgotten who you were

Now a soiled and cancerous cyst

Once like a temple of pure myhr


Forgotten racing through soft peat

And the flowers at your feet



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