Dear Juvenility,

If only, only when

Could I have returned to your restful face

Could I, being you

protect you from the troubling journey of Adulthood.

Protect you, holding you

Hiding the rendering truth that lie under your bed

Hiding you, guiding you

Give warning of errors not yet crossed your mind

Gifted you, cherished you

Mothering you as my child, though child is me

Loving you, envy you

Not yet robbed of infantile dreams

Reveal to you, conceal from you

The world's falsely gilded mask

Stay with you, play with you

For the sands my life withhold run dry

Entrust in you, bequeath to you

The aging secrets of society.

Truly yours, Alivia