Childish

Sometimes the child in me, and all of us, beckons to come out and wants to be heard.

The clockwork spins yet again

And another voice tempts me

Begging to be conscious unheard

Thwarting the demon internally

The churning inside breaks the ice

Clarity transforms into white gold

When red veils over the temporary

Everything withered being told

Another swan dies

Another lake falls

Another snake dance

Another owl calls

As the ticking eats away at skin

Bartering the boy that is inside

Calling the hourglass forever

Forfeiting the run, much oblige

And another swing at the bell

Someone telling me the truth

The fortune teller smiles wickedly

While all this acting appears uncouth

Another man breaks

Another smile fades

Another frown grins

Another mind insane

The well runs dry as birds sing

Flying across the masses ahead

Misery yells at another crossroad

Winding up yield conscious dread

To the night that never ends

To the lake that calls my name

Let the fireflies lull me down

Taking the wheel to play the game