Fountain Of Innocence

Fountain of youth, life-spirit flows
Into a well of truths, of cold and dim repose
I craved to be as high as the pillowy clouds
To walk amongst the tall, who used to look back down and frown

Here I stand by the wasteland
Where our dreams began
From these once golden fields
Our curiosity ran

I chased the sugar claw through temptation's door
The bitterness I found, sweetness I taste no more
From the playground to the slayground
The sombre middle ground absorbs the emptiness

Look back across the marble sea
Of discovery
A fountain of innocent
Flows in juvenescence

I'm resident in corridors of sentiment
I face the wall, discovery terminal
But there's no more false truths I wish to discover
And I am physically unable to tread back down those corridors

Here I stand by the wasteland
Where our dreams began
From these once golden fields
Our curiosity ran