Hope The Gold Stays

The agony of growth

As we walk through our homes
We hope for the time of bliss
time of sweet innocence
But we walk in a boulavard
a boulavard of old dreams
And new responsibilities
That last longer than wished
Emotions are circulated
Circulated like blood
Through us
The worst part is that
We know what feelings they are
We wish we could stay gold
We wish for that one person
The catcher in the rye
We wish for youth and innocence
To come one more time