Isn't it funny,
Looking back through the words,
That once held so much meaning.
Listening to the sound,
Of your own voice,
That once held so much conviction.
You were once a child,
Had no earthly understanding of the world,
Of it's exhilarating highs,
And bottomless lows,
The world was not black and white,
But a rainbow of grey's,
Each meandering into one another.
Has your once perfect vision,
Been slighted and skewed,
With the realities of the world,
The shattering understanding,
That love does not conquer all,
And sometimes isn't enough.
Once time has stopped,
The clock can not be reversed,
Your actions hold meaning,
Your words can hurt and hope,
Once more seek the truth,
Empower it and set it free.
