The age of innocence
Held in the arms of others
Depending on them for everything
But they, they are in the age
an age of confusion
Soft lies and velvet tongues
But as time progresses they reach a new Era
One of harsh truth
In which reality no longer subtly reveals itself
And moments before the final act
The period of regret
Of not knowing what they have done that is of any count
This is life
This is the truth
And yet we fail to see it
