Fountain of youth,
lifespirit flows into a well of truths,
of cold and dim repose.
I craved to be as high as the pillowy clouds,
to walk amongst the tall,
who used to look back down and frown.

Chorus:
Now here I stand by the wasteland,
where our dreams began.
From these once golden fields our curiosity ran...
I chased the sugar claw through temptation's door,
the bitterness I found...
sweetness I taste no more.

From the playground to the slayground,
the sombre middleground absorbs the emptiness.

Chorus 2:
Look back across the marble sea of discovery,
a fountain of innocence flows in juvenescence.

To be continued...