There were babies feedin on us.
There were tears crying on us.
Until we grew with ambitious hearts.
Until we changed with our young thoughts.
This was our true meditation for ideals.
This was our song.
We used to jump off fallen logs.
We used to land on soft soiled bark.
But we became confused
like a storm.
We tried to beljeved  that
our castle had alligators in the flood.
we dreamed we made out under fog
until we screamed for all the world
to know that our lives felt short.
We couldnt move.  
We were paraliyzed from all talks about life.
This was how we fought.
Tears against tears.
The  world looked fake.
How do we move away.
How can we struggle to find what is our way.
Im here waiting in  a sandy dessert.
My feet loose grip and I slip away again.
Forget about me
We must go on
Since we were never  statues for loves
frozen ponds.  The geese
the worlds worst tradgedy. And I realize were two
dead seas disagreeing.  From what we dreamed of the
Lies we once bought.  And cooked in posinous pots of hands
lifting lids in the rising steam.