forgotten juice

forgotten juice

this sweet juice falls with pure grace down my chin
reminding me of that forgotten taste, that forgotten place
where rules went on justified, standing by
like soldiers waiting and the suspense tainting
until the war awakens and the changes being taken
from the innocent.

where the blueprint of our existence still on the realm
but the world was to overwhelm
where only a few think to benefit more than selfish impulses
that thrive through their veins, like running down that fastest train
invading and swallowing whole, our people and our role
trying to steal our chance to quench
the taste of the forgotten juice,
that sweet forgotten juice.