The bliss of a young man smoothly slivered in an instant Obscured memoires puncture though an opaque blindfold
Eyelids carved swiftly with oval shaped incisions A breach in one self's fortitude reveals a radiant smile struggling to resurface
Nostalgia plays its snivelling violin
Recollections of the son I once was Stabbed my past with oxidized scissors and turned away
Awake, to salvage what is left before it dies away An oath destined to be forgotten Strong words are nothing more than heartfelt cliches
The times have changed and so have I Childhood dreams reduced to pale aspirations
Familiar faces have shed their skin, Spawning a newfound identity A neverending pursuit of distinctiveness as blurred strenuous bonds in its path
Awake, to salvage what is left before it dies away An oath destined to be forgotten Strong words are nothing more than heartfelt cliches