just this gone last year

somewhere on the calendar

my fingers lost their grip

over the essence of childhood

for i was effervescing my way

into the bubbling dreams

of crazy and insane youth

and it was the most hopeful

days of my dishevelled life

and i can still silently swear

with tightly crossed fingers

that i had never kissed

the warm sunlight more

and i had never showered

with truly magical water

until this gone last year

somewhere on the calendar

that robbed me of my

purely chaste innocence

and gifted my soul with

something named 'insanity'

that made me feel invincible

and i kept trippin' my way

over the harmony of

black 'n' white piano keys

into a world of galaxies

for i had yet not learned

how to traipse gracefully

like the more experienced

so i kept trippin' 'n' trippin'

until i came to realize that

i would always be trippin'

for while i was kissin'

the warmth of the sunlight

the sun had robbed me

of my sparkling eyesight

thus renderin' me blind

into the face of mad youth

and now i can hear that

the foamy effervescence

of the years going by

while all i do is sit here

in the darkness gifted by

the warmth of the sunlight

just this gone last year

somewhere on the calendar

when my fingers lost grip

over the essence of childhood