Over the Hill

We’re born explorers Eager to grow Balance the borders Go with the flow Untouched, untainted Unacquainted with time Yet to be painted A wide open mind Our canvas’ bare Possibilities, endless Play without care Virtually, senseless But then, a swift shift Abrupt and unforeseen Leaves us quite miffed Awoken from a dream Puzzled by distortion Vexed by sheer shock Struggle through absorption We plead for it to stop But the ship has sailed There’s no turning back Our efforts failed Just like that