It's an odd and awful way to be
it's a happy laughter of the free
it's a truth and it's a dare
it's a feeling in the air
it's a mother's love for a child
it's a burst from someone else's universe
it's something you carry with you like a curse
it's a smile or a tear
it's a treasured souvenir
it's a cue that makes the heart sing
and an argument has nowhere to go
and you'll grow old before you know
and the memories shine clear like looking in a mirror
and you remember all the times you were sincere
and the mood will hit you, you'll be a baby again
it will take and embrace you like an old friend
adventure in your eyes with manic surprise
like the sun shining through the clouds

POW

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