Lonely Island

The awful truth about growing up.

Even looking through Kaleidoscopes 

can become a bore

when all the colors blur to grey

when you no longer remember why

why you started to look

The scene you now see

no longer warm

cold and strange

you try to capture who you were

that version of self will never return

Every adventure has to end

though you must keep moving

the feeling of a lonely island

replaces the flame that ounce burned within

To Oz

To Oz

never again

now you must you continue living

just as your parents..... 

Author's Note

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