Is your new height embedded into the pavement?
Let's jump back in
Never had a childhood like your own
If you were sitting on a throne
Mine's a gravestone
Etched in with disdain
Within my lane
Iron-forged chains
Pieces of the heart to regain
Hidden in the dark
Recoiling upon a midnight bark
From a puppy lost--
At least the owner says so
Reality says it got tossed
How can I be nostalgic?
Walking away from those days
Antalgic gait
Be aware of your worst step
Wary of a misstep
Watch out for the edge
Solutions don't come from the ledge
Leap off if it's your passion
Yet the child inside
Within the beat chamber
Could be the hope you were looking to provide
I mean not to offend
But here's a branch I overextend
How will you ascend
If you write your own end?
You may be tortured
Goodbye for now
Do you like reaching the height of an orchard?
Undergrowth is stunting your growth.