Its like a million pieces of shattered life trying to reunite,
pieces that cut through the flesh of intruders with genuine help,
its a torrent of echoing wise words dismissed
rebellion taking its best win.
Its a state of confusion called excitement and inspiration,
a confusion that blooms in a young life
wisdom is what she wanted, wisdom was what she thought she had
it cant be understood that it only comes with experience
rebellion takes possession of her fragile brain once more.
Living the life of an owl
she flew with desperate need
she fell flat on her pretended goal, consequences unmeasured
A young bud appears in her freshly painted face,
the sweet consequence of denying reality,
she calls her a word too large for her now withering petals,
petals that appear as fresh as they should be.
Appreciation of all the given things lacks in her dictionary
satisfaction is the greatest craving, envy is revealed in the eyes of an approaching neighbor,
Possibilities to snatch at the last open door closes before her eyes,
she's brought down to her jailed freedom again.
Wisdom is brought finally in form of denied youth
living the life beyond her blooming years.
