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The Essence of Childhood
"from childhood's hour i have not been as others were", forever ringing true
ringing in my ears as Poe's words will surely live longer than mine
the playground is only safe when im the only one hanging from the monkey bars
and in some kind of vampyrical nature, i can only prey upon the streets at night
afraid to go out into the daylight, amongst the others of my age
afraid of not being understood and the insults that cover my ears
recess, a supposed break for fun and joy through the tedium of the day
becomes tedius in its manner of repetitive hurt and dissapointment
the corner becomes its own safety net as i make my first attempts
to craft and sodder words and emotions into a clever composition
being the new kid is never an easy role for a child to fill
forever staying the outsider is a part no one should have to play
my best and only friends are the voices that echo through my stereo
its all i have to come home to, forget the days horrors that have past
"youve got mail"'s and "dear aarons"'s occupy my time and mind
the ringing of static, guitars, dissonant voices filled with words
words of wisdom, words of advice, day in day out, the words that get me by
influences, for better or worse, of lines of text from far away
letters from states across the nation, constantly learning new zip codes
my admiration of the talents of underappreciated musicians gives me an unlikely family
drawn together, disregarding notions of age and seperations by such
experiences, emotions, creating some of the closest bonds by people so far apart
distances set aside, a fortress is created, our secret club-like treehouse
past events and common struggles tie us together tighter than vines on branches
no matter how many names are thrown my way throughout schoolhoods joys
returning to my fortress of comforting monolouges from inspiring origins
adds and effect that makes things better, if only a tiny ammount
because through the power of lyrical comprehension, things feel a touch more "okay"
once upon a time, in the fairy tale of my life, thats how it was
fuck it, as i sit here pondering the nature of my youth
crossing the lines and dotting the is of how far ive come
ive come to realize, thats all that there still is and ever will be
