TIME’S UP

By: Catie Toyos

You would think the sidewalks were made from gold

From all the rumors regarding this place

A fabrication that is bought and sold

Tradition is lies into lemonade

There are secrets beyond a picket fence

Aphotic, yet unmistakable truths

Unblemished perfection at a first glance

The secrets, taking and breaking my youth

Time’s a foe to enabling silence 

And time builds contemporary courage 

My pain was concealed in counterfeit smiles

Yesterday’s gone, today’s a new age

I cried a river and learned how to swim

I rejoice in the words; never again.