Soaring heights, that I was afraid of
Deepest depths, I was unaware of
Monsoon clouds, that I looked forward to
Starry nights when I knew what to do
The ocean, sand, trees and grass wore no masks
Old memories stored in a brain sized cask
I wish I had stories to tell about how they aged over time
But the shield is much to strong to let the words rhyme
Went to surrender to changing seasons
Returned with wounds inflicted by inner demons
Like forgotten pagan stories of the land
The memories disappeared in the shifting seaside sand
The elemental life were hidden in mask and shields
The mind was controlled by creatures that do not bleed
But after swallowing all the bitter pills, what remains?
The passage of time has dissolved the hopes and dreams from this brain