We grew up with our hearts on our sleeves
I wonder what went wrong?
What happened that made us stop
Adding melodies to our song?
When did the pessimism bulldoze its way
over our shining wanderlust?
Did we close our eyes to beauty and wonder
because we were afraid of the dust?
Perhaps the answer lies in our palms
We just never look at them.
Busy trying to grow our soul from the roots
But cut ourselves off at the stem.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 11:13 AM UTC
We grew up with our hearts on our sleeves
I wonder what went wrong?
What happened that made us stop
Adding melodies to our song?
When did the pessimism bulldoze its way
over our shining wanderlust?
Did we close our eyes to beauty and wonder
because we were afraid of the dust?
Perhaps the answer lies in our palms
We just never look at them.
Busy trying to grow our soul from the roots
But cut ourselves off at the stem.
Procrastinating studying for exams. Eek.
Hope you like it.
