Adult Youth Poem by Vision Ghost

Mind reverts to a secondary impulse, of a time of the past
Back to a moment in life, when everything seemed to last
Forever and then before, we all become so set in our ways
Can’t even remember what age I was, back in those days

Must’ve been happier, as I was ignorant then of my world
Living the subliminal coalition; so a time before I excelled
So crowded was my disposition, for complexities abound
Always so much happier, when my good friends surround

Intimate emotions led me, to the conformation of the heart
That I discovered through her, how it readily tore me apart
First time and the day I was broken, by this bran new pain
Lost and confused before the solution, came and yet again

I found myself back upon the beaten track, as this was true
Like my visions were for this world, I’d seen only the blue
Before the night fell and was encapsulated, by this darkness
A simple self identification, before I felt her tender caress

Critical examination from this, when I was once just a boy
This victimised endurance, as to some I was simply a toy
Running through and through, until I exhausted to explain
What it is that I’m feeling today, which is driving me insane

A week seems to last forever, as unbridled riddles do come
But always pressured to be cool, and keep it under my thumb
In this environment of many voices, and learning education
But nothing prepared me for an experience, of life’s confusion

I am sure my parents loved me, but I didn’t understand as they
Had simply stopped living, and were in the throes lost in the day
Back when they were young, in a developing world’s revelation
Now I am here in this, world that causes them so much tension

I’m the young one, but I am learning faster and this is my place
Isn’t what you expected but it’s what, I know amongst this race
Something I’ve come so accustomed, is shocking for their eyes
I grew faster and that which is unfathomable, so please realise

That I am the next generation, and I can look after myself now
Even though it’s your features that are, drawn across my brow
Drop the parental pride, and let me shine and be this way please
If I’d never gotten hurt then my soul, would simply now freeze