This seems so far away from myself
So removed from the lackless times
When blood gushed, feral and clean
And nothing divided divine from obscene
This seems so distant from sincere ways
And sinless taste of liquid, ruby days
When sleep was a needless break
And not a cure to a splitting headache
I don't know
From where does the dawn bleed
I don't know
From where do the doubts creep
Will this unfinished poem
Ever succeed?
Will this unfinished smile
Ever complete?
Now all that is left
Are sterile words and
A longing for the secret garden
Which every child remembers
Now all that remains
Is a tired heart and
A yearning for the long lost Arden
Which only a broken can enter
It takes so long to be young again
It takes so long to be young again
It takes so long to be young again
It takes so long to be young again