I barely recollect that flavor
Long since those times those years
myself much much younger
The vanilla-apple spectrum
That I confess slid like butter
over a much more narrow pallet
Deluded as a first-taste take of the world
My foolhearty youthfulness far too keen
To imagined thoughts, believe scripted screens
fed t.v. dinners while lies held eyes stuck like taffy
First-ever color t.v. screens, problems all solved
Love and picture perfect outcomes guaranteed
No directions, no warning, smiling studio laughter
To grow up and find life will have moments
Hurts and sorrows, bitter bile-like choices
And once-sweet-forevers will spoil, turn sour
Swallow rotten; you too will become wasn't mentioned as the hero saves the bullshit day
Happy is a candle on top a cake,
enjoyed now and then never everyday
Meant to herald, to celebrate, life is not the icing
Not the layered cake.
Life is that little flame, bright and burning
Then traced by whisps if smoke
Quickly fading when blown away.