• When we are young, no one can hear.
    No one can listen, yet no one can fear.
    This makes it hard to become less near
    to the thoughts and treasures that are oh so dear.

    But when trouble strikes, it's moves are vague.
    The water in rivers start washing away.
    But no one noticed the thinner waves,
    for they are too fond of their glory days.

    The leisure has them hypnotized,
    the smaller kids and trophy wives.
    All is well in their present lives,
    but the poison snake is hides from the eye.

    Who is this poison snake, you ask?
    Just a creature from the past.
    Taking sweet moments away in a flash,
    first a rub, and now a rash.

    Although I am not proud of it,
    I have something I must admit.
    A bite of me, the snake has bit.
    I am infected with his sour lips.

    It is a gift, a gift indeed
    to live without the scars that bleed.
    To live in sudden clarity.
    Without the trouble you will not greet.

    But chances are, you must suffer.
    Trough the pain and angry lovers.
    Life does not slip by like butter.
    It's slow as a snail and full of shudders.

    Be thankful for your little time
    to live without a sorrowed rhyme.
    Sing, little one, you are divine.
    It is almost time to say goodbye
    to memories that taste like pie.
    Replaced with a horrendous lie.