inarticulated youth

forgetting immortality saying the least
it's a matter of ability, drowning in place
this tune taps into and again in, i and i and...
where this time goes, around we write
music to live little chants quitting vices

no longer lucky or everyones go to
god, where in me do you
around and around go devicing words
lip service to the masses of me, my body
when i was a child, awkward didn't
dance but made fire-pole climbs

long blond haired girl, rollerskates
hand in hand six years old, Tara
moved away, the last party i threw
was when i was eight years old...
my last chance at innocence though
i knew then so much
of what i know now