I feel the wheel of change upon my soul,
like the teardrops of God
on a window-pane, tapping gently.
I wonder why I don't feel good,
like I did when I was a kid.
The good feeling went away
when I was fifteen.
It was a feeling of
Love for being alive.
Love for being able to touch the sky.
But now I'm just
Scared to Love, to live, and to die.
But at the same time,
wanting to do all three.