If truthful words could flow like water from a facet
What would you say to me
Would you tell me what you think
Or would you mumble so quietly it’s inaudible
If your mind opened up like a book
What would you reveal to me
Would you show me authenticity
Or would you slam the book shut and lock it in a vault
Your world is sweet
Like a popsicle on a summer day
Melting away under the radiant sun
The sweet sticky syrup soaked into your mind
Stuck there for eternity
Reminding you how great it was to be a child
Playing around, getting grass stains, and dreaming
Such extraordinary dreams you had as a child
But you are not that child
And that sweet sticky syrup only pains you
It’s a constant reminder of what you lost
Change is only a bittersweet memory
Of what you once had
And that faucet which you spoke so truthfully from is clogged
And all you can muster is a low whisper
of what you once were