Can I offer you a hint? A candied piece of truth?
From the days of innocence to the conclusion of your youth.
We are all concerned, worried past wonder.
For what if you transgress
do not recover.
For you are half of him and also half of me.
But nothing comes of nothing.
You crave reality.
If tomorrow does not come, where does the finger fall?
The parents who held you tight
or you who failed to crawl?
through a veil of security.
Only disregard this piece of advice
if you seek after danger
You should have listened to your mother.
Don’t ever talk to strangers.