this is the death of cool
past times are gone
all that remains are memories
that scorch when touched
letting go of everything
burning the field
face reality and get set free
I heard the voice of wisdom call my name
been running away all these years
been thinking I had to atone for the sin of my past, for the sin of existing
when all along I've been wound up in a belief system that's not my own
I am set free now
to create a life of my own design
free
no more self flagellation
no more guilt only the present moment
only this eternal now

the death of cool
it's the birth of me