Little white lines guide you through your confused world. <br />Waves of a liquid poison crash over you. <br />Lost in your own dillusions. <br />Can't look at your own reflection, for you may see what you've become. <br />Can't speak the truth, because reality scares you. <br />You run around the maze of your twisted thoughts. <br />Stumbling at every turn, crashing through walls and breaking yourself down. <br />Because you are not looking for a way out, just looking for somewhere to hide. <br />You are afraid to face what you alreadyknow, that you are nothing more than a man who has grown old before his time. <br />Yet still a little boy lost within yourself.<br /><br />Phil Panebianco<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grown-up-5/
