Will I forever be a baby? Waiting for the milk that my tongue has known all too well Will I forever be told what to do as my feet fail in taking steps of my own accord? Will I ever grow into understanding that there is little time to be a child let alone grow.
When I bat my eye lids and cuddle up to you I hear your soothing voice again And yes you treat me like the child that I’ve made myself to seem But the milk is becoming poisonous It no longer makes me grow But my desire is still for the milk and tenderness
I’m scared of responsibility and being able to make my decisions and follow through I know what I’m supposed to do I know what I’m supposed to let go But being a baby is so safe but its stunt growth
Time’s going and I’m stuck In chains of my mind's mess Drunken by the poison of death’s breath That clouds the life light within me The flame flickers and the spirit wavers And so I remain in my cradle to suck my finger and lick my wounds Expecting to hear the soothing voice that makes me feel its ok to be weak
But now, its silence- It’s all silent And I long for some comfort Some pity maybe But I have to stand up and grow up There no time left The cradle has turned to the dust that builds the house It’s time to move on…