Sunlit Yearnings

The slow progress of a wandering mind. With quiet ambition, too swift to humble. I should not fall, will not break, I fear that I will never give up my quest. It's strange now that I search, Never knowing what for, or where to look. I feel the years drawing in. Impatient to be grown, Careful to stay young. Not too soon, Take life slow. So I do, and no pleasure do I take. What pride do I derive from a shallow life? A slow life, lacking depth and texture. It used to be deep, it used to be hard. But then, in those days there used to be sunlight. Oh how I miss the sunlight. Now as winter draws in, pale and icy, Lacking substance, just as I do. It makes sense that a slow life should be hard too. The conflict in my natures, one to fly, One to sink. For now the latter wins. Dissatisfaction, a simple artifact of dreaming. A girl once young and free, Now resides within the chains of society. For the time being I must seek focus, But am constantly distracted by the ghosts I miss, People that fell aside as life ploughed on. All I know is that I miss you, my sunshine, I never want you to fall out of my sight. Never set, never fade and please, never burn out.