How can we enjoy being young
When we are fired in pain
Pain only comes to the old
Or so we were told
Then the truth broke in
And every bone began to pierce
We left our yesterdays in piles of pills
Chalked them up to more unknown tomorrows
We were a little worse for wear
Each day was fashion we could never follow
Left behind and thrown away
Within we were screaming for golden youth
Just one night of fire free flesh
But then the tired dawn would come
And break us in two
It never ended
Even when the dreams began
The secrets started to show
And the rumours spread before wisdom came
We wanted to run
But they found us first
There was nowhere to go
But inside our festered holes
Every day we wondered
When it would be our last
Would this burning perpetuate forever
Living in a wreck
If we ever grew old
Time dragged on
Charred blood over tired joints
Slice and spill, drop the kill
What was left
But miracles in wanting
How ironic
When the young can’t grow old
Along the path the world toils and sweats after
We just bleed into ourselves
And find freedom in the end.