The girl is now a woman
Fairy tales have faded into reality
As a child she knew everything
As an adult she knows nothing
Going down a road that leads to death

Life has been a rouse
A lie that gets older never wiser
Old age forgets what youth was
Youth can never know what age will be
Wrinkles are long forgotten smiles.

Age brings wisdom they say
But what if wisdom is with the youthful?
A wisdom lost as age advances
Older is not always wiser
Weakness is not always inexperience.

The girl is within the woman still
She waits until the mixture of her
Becomes a grace,her life stops being a race
Waiting, until at the top of the hill
She can race down.