This was a World we hadn't known
Had not been shown
And the winds that had blown through our formative years
To steer us along
Had been wrong.
If our sails had been set
By the school
I forget.
Let the ferryman see
Who we've been or will be
It's a very short hop to the stop.
But assured, that we had a lifetime
We threw the lifeline thrown
To the future we hadn't known
And on the face of it
It was okay.
But in the tomorrow's, we staggered through the bricks hurled and daggers
That were aimed in our direction.
A mad collection
Of misfits
Not fit for this era or content in the last
We became what was past and the webs held us fast to the time we had cast away.
If the sails had been set I forget
But the mast had been rigged.
Our futures?
A bet in the minds of the Masters we met
A test in the dayroom
The best of the baby boom
The Grammar school reject
The obvious suspect to disect and cut
But it doesn't matter now.
Time moves on
That's how the wet paint dries.
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 3:19 PM UTC
This was a World we hadn't known
Had not been shown
And the winds that had blown through our formative years
To steer us along
Had been wrong.
If our sails had been set
By the school
I forget.
Let the ferryman see
Who we've been or will be
It's a very short hop to the stop.
But assured, that we had a lifetime
We threw the lifeline thrown
To the future we hadn't known
And on the face of it
It was okay.
But in the tomorrow's, we staggered through the bricks hurled and daggers
That were aimed in our direction.
A mad collection
Of misfits
Not fit for this era or content in the last
We became what was past and the webs held us fast to the time we had cast away.
If the sails had been set I forget
But the mast had been rigged.
Our futures?
A bet in the minds of the Masters we met
A test in the dayroom
The best of the baby boom
The Grammar school reject
The obvious suspect to disect and cut
But it doesn't matter now.
Time moves on
That's how the wet paint dries.
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