the journey

Born at sunrise,
I have miles to cover,
Before the day ends,
In ripples of molten gold.

Born at sunrise,
I have miles to cover,
Before I lose,
The last bit of my innocence.

I need to find,
A place secure,
Before this life,
Steals my childhood.

I need to find,
A place secure,
Before my footsteps turn heavy,
And I sink-

Mature!