Too many hangars in the closet
A clutter of confusion
Too little rectitude to holda moral absolute
Too much distinction to relate to them
Irresolutions we contemplate with no end
In this world of give and take
And what we refer to as maturityfrom emotional need to technologyhas you, a cultured seed of your society,lacking ability to feel clemency
I'm surprized we stillbleed into the abyss of despairthat's hiding the child
Compassion you would not dareadmit to have experienced
Do you regret looking back?
A penitent confessing his sins
The child inside of me recalls a time of purity,an outlook of release
You remember
Confident that you were able
A future laid out on your table
Running through memoriesa child is free
The world restored you see
I seeThe child inside of me