white wall

springtime of new years, the young thoughts see more dreams, while you live on the wind, how lovely it all seems, with moments yet unshared, and wishes incomplete, the stars above your head, the world beneath your feet, suddenly your nights, begin to seem so long, there's no one there to touch, when things start going wrong, you finally realise, you've never loved at all, and everywhere you look, you see the white wall, your father's been too far, your mother's been too near, and now you're on your own, withdrawing in your fear, through long and sleepless nights, the foxes are running free, you long to be with them, when the scare meets the sea, you climb and then you fall, and then you try again, you curse yourself aloud, for living so weird, and took it to the ground, your eyes are filled with tears, imprisoned there you lay, in the autumn of your years