As children everything is pure

Endless and pure

As you age you notice the stars

Burnt out memories light years away

Only if you can see them

Past your city lights and suburbs.

In their memory we keep living on

And amongst our betrayal and companions

We grow into a wise ripe age that understands

Things are short, endings come with a blink of the eye

The goal is not to burn out the fastest

But to let the flame kindle and consume

In those flames we capture moths and live life

When the flames burn out and when pictures become pictures.

Our forgotten childhood truths are reborn.

And we mumble into the endless abyss

Nothing can hurt us.

Nothing can hurt.

Nothing can