the tales of adolescence play their golden harp
pricking your finger like Aurora's B-sharp,
higher than it appears from your line of sight under that tarp
you grow like the weeds of that landlocked forest line
exploring deep into your imagination until the dinner clock chimes
the roaring hearth calling you in, there's room to shine
green twists into grades, marking you as they go
an A plus all around, we can alert the crows
your duty remains in the capital, not buried in the snow
as the foundation is laid, you trade wonder for vigilance
curiosity of the natural born now stuck in ambivalence
testing how far you'll go, trialing belligerence
evolution appears, manifest destiny
joining the darth sidious as you plot clandestinely
choosing your teammates quite selectively
skepticism chases until it reaches the finish
low man wins the battle, striking deep at your thinnest
quick, you're losing color, is your spirit diminished?
reload the arsenal, scale the sides -
does wonder still live in your eyes?
will the quadrennial carry you to clearer skies?
take a gamble on the roadblock
the doorbell didn't ring, there wasn't even a knock
was there a need when you left it unlocked?
the blindfold off your eyes, playing seven minutes in heaven
in the witching hours, you display all your confessions
all the while, excusing the transgressions
is the harp playing faster -
the melody sped up to the speed of the master
but all one would see is your hands as the castor
reflection unrecognizable, did someone switch your mirror?
cynicism anchored her claws in your river
shapeshifting you unidentifiable right in front of your forgiver
you could revisit the ghost of Christmas past, but no one is there
their harps have too been playing their fair share
rosy retrospection catching you in the snare
yielding to destruction -
you're evicted from this lease, building under construction
all the roads surrounding become obstructed
set your sights on captain hook, surely this'll do
yet the closer you become, the further you drift from you
the lotus flower cookie ingested to subdue
there's no map to house fourteen, no way to the gardens
so far from the forest floor, reality gives no pardons
there's no regaining when it's the pawns with which you bargain
where's the promised comfort and solace they sold to you?
lost to a chapter of life, to the war you pursued
the brave hide behind honor but honor's only an excuse
the harp strings tinged with the tiniest bit of rust,
the purgatory of song playing at your distrust
is this truly the same instrument you were first given to conduct?
one sliver of wisdom, breathed into your realm
you must, at all costs, find your way back to the helm
neverland is forever, but reality eventually tolls her bells