he is a boy, not yet a man
when he knows not what he began
the talk is smooth, decisions hasty
adventure abounds, sometimes, mostly
boyish charm is in the air
and are you wearing clean underwear?
roller coaster, the daily routines
damn-it ta hell... why be so mean
additions
conflictions
actions and turmoil
anger inside
always enough to make blood boil
call it an accident, call it naive
never take credit for ways to believe
it's your act - all the same
never meant to cause any pain
get what you want, means to an end
when needed, to learn only again
all ego aside, to make her cry
that is the power within the lie
how weak & shallow it all is
challenge not me
