I used to sit in new places just for perspective.
Sit on the floor—think like a kid.
Climb to the roof—feel like a giant.
Through the purity of the teenage years,
I saw the beauty of the world.
But time, isolation, and addiction torn it down.
Today that world lies in ruin.
I lie beneath the counter to a world I cannot recognize.
Praying that the world changed, not me
Who wants to start anew
Written 27 May 2012
Did you you mean tore instead of torn?
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