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