
Finding juvenile in the void..
Creating a world so distant..
Breeding love to avoid..
The years that consumed the infant..
As I crave a hug so tight..
And the maturity loves to deny..
Does the brain really think right..
Or does this heart defies to dry..
Is there a spell cast upon this soul?
Or does the heart dreams high in the sky..
Or does it take a flame to reach the goal..
Is the truth dying to deny a beautiful lie !