Infantile Adolescent

It’s fighting a losing battle
Against the sea of greed.
The pull of emotions,
And carnal desires,
Egoistic trifles
Burn in your soul like fires.
Burning away at your pain,
You couldn’t succeed –
Egoistically happy,
Enslaved by the romantic ideal
Of the boy and the girl.
Watch the love slowly unfurl.
Everything, everything, every little thing,
Based upon, built down on, that dream to which you cling.

Go and mask up all your problems.
Become the thing you hate.
Does not matter
How far you run.
It’s inside your mind,
And I know it can never be undone.
I hate that what you’ve become
Opposites my ideals –
And I rage at myself
That it’s just for my game.
But I love the pain –
Deep game of emotional strain.
Hungry for, starving for, the golden grain of my dream.
Hate it when it’s taken away – cry my infantile adolescent scream.

Now my run is completed.
Inside I complacently smile.
Lean back in peace,
I hope you’ll come back,
Mind in a high,
But “I give up” means I still run the track.

03/29/05