Fountain of Youth

I wrote a poem and it was called nighttime
about the trees that swing and the bricks that rhyme
and the kids that chuckle sweet smiles
who gather around and hold hands around the fire
and at the tip of that flame we were smoking away our youth
dazed with the moon staring down, silky and smooth
transformed into cheetahs that roam fast and free
living an illusion of what life was supposed to be, oh can't you see?
we're lost and scared, yet you continue to feed our addiction, we roam until our souls are blank and bare
and as the city lights up beneath us, we fear the daylight
its an upcoming battle, we're known to fight
oh and that poem never did make it too far
found it wrinkled up by the earth's scar
she handed me a glass that said, "drink me"
and there it was, we were drinking away the last sips of our sanity

Reviews

[Wondering Mind]

A sad undertone that did not undermine the deep message in this write. Well penned and has the potential to be a sad and soft solo song.