Fountain of yowh, lifespirit flows into a well of truths, a 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
Now I stand by the wasteland, where our dreams began. From these once golden fields
our curiosity ran...
I chased the sugar claw through temptation¹s door, the bitterness I found... sweetness I
taste no more. From the playground to the slayground, the sombre middleground absorbs
Look back across the marble sea of discovery, a fountain of innocence flows in
juvenescence. I¹m resident in corridors of sentiment. I face the wall - discovery terminal,
but there¹s no more false truths I wish to discover, and I am physically unable, to tread
back down those corridors. Fountain of youth, oh how I bathed in your innocence, and
now in cold repose, I must face the bitter truth...