feeling the passing of youth
one must begin to question
rely on nothing once known
eventually we all experience the betrayal
verifying our final loss of innocence
every decision obsessively analyzed
regrets begin to overtake the conscience

trying to hide from you
when I sleep I'm found
endlessly reminding me of a choice
not letting forgiveness ease my mind
treacherous to myself
you are all I think about

suddenly I'm caught up in the fray
effortlessly losing a life
valuing nothing
expressing a final thought
never did I learn to. . .