Slipping away from the grasp of my sanity
Cursing my very first breath
Choking on dreams, understanding life's vanity
Seeing no meaning but death

Remember the child whose eyes knew not sorrow
and laughter was his only sin?
Surrounded by tunnels and ditches and boundaries
He's slowly aging within

The day he comes out, all wrinkled and withered
And raise once-bright gaze on the world.
His dim eyes will bleed and turn even dimmer
As he lays his gray head on the earth.