Emotional centaurs

We sigh pebbles of regret
They trickle down only to be muffled by the carpet of wasted wants
Mother always warned they would come
Pillagers of youth
Muddying eclectic energies

She never warned of a lesser self
Or she didn't know to

So daughters waste away gritty magnificence
For the sake of false deities
Lie themselves into prosaic emotionality

Because the glow frightens them
As it was not foretold

So daughters walk around dulled
A mismatch of dormant and emerging
Etheric, Astral and Mental energies

Sent forth with no instruction in alignment...
No instruction in being their best selves.