Mystery JetsSomeone Purer

I was gripped with a bitter fear, Worried the one thing that I loved, Back when I was just a kid, Might now never be enough, That the body I was in, Might belong to someone else, someone kinder, someone surer, someone Innocent, Young and beautiful, someone purer. I was scratching at my skin, Hoping the changes would begin, But what layed beneath was blind, would've caused What the hell was I thinking of? Won't you take me down to the creek? Wash away our sins and sleep, I feel so tired As though I might not wake at all on the other side That's no way to goa © 2018