Growing Up Compromise

Bending is a myth We are always just breaking Little tears in the fabric of all that we are Remitting, reforming, stronger but flawed Strangers to the standard we set when we were whole The truth is, I don't get too enthused for anything anymore Everything is a compromise of the original intent Weighed against the sleep debt I'll owe And the amount of sighing I can get away with, without hating myself I wonder if this is growing up, everybody's growing up but I'm jst growing older I've never really known true love, my heart just growing colder I've known obsession and regret; I've had a couple friends like you Now its almost spring again when everything begins to renew But I have always hated spring for everything we lose With all this growing up I keep on loosing you To the day after day after day after days And all this growing up leaves less time for magic and mythos and adventure I just want some mystery to remain I hope you do too