The peaceful dreams of my childhood
Reminded me how I once understood
Simple meanings behind simple things.
I never had to pull any kind of strings.
It didn’t matter how I saw the world
When I was young – then I grew old.
I paid the bitter price of adulthood
With ugly scars I cannot ever undo.
Pointless-never has my maturity been.
How is it that you forget the unseen?
How did I deceive myself and pretend
When everything changed in the end?