Fountain of youth, lifespirit flows 
into a well of truths, of cold and dim repose. 
I craved to be as high as the pillowy clouds, 
to walk amongst the tall, who used to look back down and frown. 

Now here I stand by the wasteland, where our dreams began. 
From these once golden fields our curiosity ran... 

I chased the sugar claw through temptation's door, 
the bitterness I found...sweetness I taste no more 
From the play ground to the slayground, 
the sombre middleground absords the emptiness. 

Look back across the marble sea of discovery, 
a fountain of innocent flows in juvenescence. 

I'm resident in corridors of sentiment. 
I face the wall - discovery terminal, 
but there's no more false truths I wish to discover, 
and I am physically unable, to tread back down those corridors. 
Fountain of youth, oh how I bathed in your innocence, 
and now in cold repose, I must face the bitter truth...