Above translucent skin I venture to find you. We opt for peace, It never works out. Descrepencies lead us to inhabit doubt. I'll coincide if it means I can learn. To understand what I cannot discern. Now I long for a rapid escape. Now i need more than a familiar face. Do I already know the ground I roam? Pay witness to memories rising from words on a page. I could be wrong. My youth is a dove that cries to be freed from its cage. Will we risk it all? In a hope that we find satisfaction at a later stage? But oh, how we were wrong, We are the modern age.