trapped in tears
and fear of growing old
acceptance allowed me to agree.
with decision, consequence.
to sarcasm, confide in me.
for it is I who understand
chase this crazy idea from comprehension.
"pardon me do you have the time?'
"my it is getting late!"
circumstance controls reaction.
interrupting my fascination
devour the desire to kiss the stars, and live on the moon.
escaping feeling once again,
looking down from my room,
your problems don't bother me.
so now confront my weakness,
break me down if you can
if not, you will try again tomorrow
leave it alone, leave me alone
let the time pass
and let me grow old