Youth

When the shadows of our souls begin to chase who we once were

Long ago, lifetimes ago, when we wandered the streets without a care

We noticed the little things that were never harmful

Never grasping how big the world was and how small we were

It was then that we were happy but didn't know it

Oblivious to the sorrows that drowned the others around us

Blind to the things that were too complicated to understand

And here we are now, clinging onto memories that hardly existed

Wishing for a moment that we could return to these former selves

Free from pain, regret, remorse, and heartbreak

There were no scratches or scars or doubts

We have become jaded no matter how hard we try not to be

Craving the one thing that can never be restored

Innocence, purity, and naivety

It is fragile, like porcelain sitting on a high shelf

Meant to be seen, never touched

But someone always does, and it falls to the ground

Shattering into a thousand pieces that can't be glued back together

No matter how hard you try to make it whole again

Regardless of how precisely and perfectly you place the pieces 

The broken eyes become glazed over with a different view on life

So we have these remnants of who we once were

And these ideas of who we have become

We try to regain whole feelings with half a heart

To revive our youthful, unvintageable spirits

Wandering in the dark, waiting to be saved

Well we can find the will to live a life unknown

To soak in every bit of sunshine and light the way of self-discovery

We can become new 

Again