What was good was not to last,
‘Though who’s to say that lasting’s right?
A happy heart that’s held too fast
May long for freedoms not as tight.
A man can dream to settle down,
With love behind or at his side.
But when time comes to plant his ground
His dreams uproot, they can’t abide.
His fears and dreams have come to one,
Loving she and freedom too.
And 'though the love is not yet done
The nightmare’s one he can’t undo.
So leave he does, as always done,
The circled clock of time relapse.
But with the future that’s begun
He does it with a heart of scraps.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC
What was good was not to last,
‘Though who’s to say that lasting’s right?
A happy heart that’s held too fast
May long for freedoms not as tight.
A man can dream to settle down,
With love behind or at his side.
But when time comes to plant his ground
His dreams uproot, they can’t abide.
His fears and dreams have come to one,
Loving she and freedom too.
And 'though the love is not yet done
The nightmare’s one he can’t undo.
So leave he does, as always done,
The circled clock of time relapse.
But with the future that’s begun
He does it with a heart of scraps.
