young lies
and
no one
speaks of
the days lost
to the lies
given us
when we
were young,
or the lives
lost when
we started
becoming
that which
we were
taught to
be
and
I still
wonder
if they still
wander out
there, aimless
drifts seeking
their homes
in our hearts;
the people
we ought
to have
been.
but
i still
keep
hope,
that i’ll
someday soon
drift
back into
line
with the
me
i was
always
supposed to
be

















