An Illusion

Every time I tell myself this is it,
I'm lying to myself just like a kid.
Saying they want to grow up,
they'll grow to look back on that fact
and cherish youth just as much.

I'll grow to regret wishing for more
knowing times will change,
I can't see this as lost hope.
Wisdom and experience come with age,
and youth provides the illusion of both.

My eyes never pictured an image so graceful,
falling for you was inevitable
as meeting death is ever faithful.
I've held this moment since it's passed,
I wanted you first and gave up last.

A CHILD WISHING TO GROW UP
WILL GROW TO WANT YOUTH JUST AS MUCH
WE CAN'T SEE OURSELVES AS LOST HOPE
AGE BRINGS WISDOM AND EXPERIENCE
YOUTH PROVIDES THE ILLUSION OF BOTH.

Leaving you was part of moving on
There's no going back only moving forward.
I said I'm finished and swear I'm done,
I may grow to regret this but
I look forward to whats to come.