when once i could not get enough of danger, was ever longing to be free. now i've stuck myself in and mired, here i sit and, jailed, am me. sometimes it takes too long to notice, that one is stuck yet longs to move. all things, in the end, are counted, yet none can wine or friendship soothe. this place has been a long time coming, a truth that i could never brook. hidden from myself in silence, ashamed and never notice took. the edge is gone and in it's place, boredom and a broken heart. not a person do i long for, but, a place for which i soon depart. a place and time when i was differant, true and honest, fun, and bold. young and carefree, once i glittered, now, though young, i'm nought but old.
