I've arrived at a degree

Of responsibility

Where sometimes coaxed by parents

Younger ones look up to me

To look in their eyes is to scope

A universe that's filled with hope

I want to show them light

But I'm afraid that they just might

Reach in...

Find me

Oh, God, I'll be exposed

They will see

They will know

I'm such a poor lost soul...

Inventing pain that makes me cry

So my pen will never dry

Is this activity that makes a model more worthy?

Don't look for too long at my face

You'll see that I'm in the wrong place

Where I belong remains a dream I'll always chase

Don't reach in, find me

Oh God, I'll be exposed

Who would have known

I'd become such a poor lost soul