(alternative title: The ABCs of Growing Up)
Thirst coming in clutch
comes on too strong
the energy’s too much
lasts far too long
yet never’s enough
I once yearned
for a spot of light
until I learned
some like to fight
such fortune earned
I bent backward
I yielded growth
I bent forward
I broke my oath,
agony endured
Fabricated not firm
appearance dreamlike
so in dream pain squirm
in fog we hike
confused we burn
One time, way back
I felt this way
so out of whack
the sky was gray
her love was lack
Now this heart resists
cracked and dejected
while slow time persists
this heart again rejected
knowing the risks
I don’t plan to push
of course, I’ll pray
I don’t plan to rush
as hasty visions fade away
you’ll catch me blush
At last to end on happy note
may my mind be clear
may my face emote
may I hold all beings dear
and refuge close
and may I be free