lifespirit flows into a well of truths,
of cold and dim repose.
I craved to be as high as the pillowy clouds,
to walk amongst the tall,
who used to look back down and frown.
Now here I stand by the wasteland,
where our dreams began.
From these once golden fields our curiosity ran…
I chased the sugar claw through temptation’s door,
the bitterness I found…
sweetness I taste no more.
From the playground to the slayground,
the sombre middleground absorbs the emptiness.
Look back across the marble sea of discovery,
a fountain of innocence flows in juvenescence.
I’m resident in corridors of sentiment,
I face the wall — discovery terminal,
but there’s no more false truths I wish to discover,
Lyric Fountain Of Innocence – Cathedral