You ask yourself
As if you were preparing for a play
How would you have reacted?
Mostly calm mostly calm
So you wish to say
How would they remember you?
Mostly crazy mostly crazy
So they do remember
You made things happen
But it was all an act
Honesty was their enemy
You watched as your friend became them
Was he corrupted
Or just afraid?
I do not wish to become old
But it has become my last hope
Duty all I have
Love a lone tree far inside a meadow
Each leaf a picture of expectation
My children the light carried by the breeze
Running long with discovery
Will I live long enough to feel young again
If I see it in your eyes then I will believe
Look upon the way that I live
Fill the distance laid upon the horizon
Bring the calm that I need
The love that I miss
The life that I dream
The meaning you have become