Eleven, Seventeen

Soon I will wake to cavalcades
Parading through my room
Flying flags and signs that say

Fear and confusion, this haunting conclusion
Will begin to swallow everything that you are
Just don't think so hard

We are the same fragile frames
Of flesh and bone
Of blood and teeth

All born and bound to misery
We are all the same
We just carry different names

And the agony of the world grows in our bodies like a painful pearl
And it we cannot purge, it always remains
It's always changing its face with age

This marks my mind
It presses down on me
It marks my mind
Like a fallen leaf left in fresh concrete