The awkwardness of youth gives way to the sway of illusion That we know who and what we are And have our selves together The awkwardness of youth passes by the glibness of age Until we enter that stage again.
What do we tell ourselves when there’s no one else around What do we believe of ourselves when there’s no encouragement to be found Where do we turn when the turnings seem aground Where do we find ourselves when the lost want to be found [sgchris 2008]