How to describe that moment when we wake at last? Tentatively emerging from the comfortable cocoon of that early, endless summer ****** into a cold, vibrant land, full of beauty and pain Equipped with a newfound vigor but fueled by our disillusionment
Here, in the infancy of our societal influence Fresh off a restful bout of childhood ignorance We take aim to preserve that magic, for as long as we can We dance in the summer rain, so it might not fade away…
But when do we lose focus? When do we become, The target of long lost laughter, relenting to the forces of absurdity?
Perhaps when our world comes crashing down With the weight of a thousand suns When purity falls prey to the stalking darkness That lives in the darkened mire
We’re all lost souls in this garden world As our sanity stumbles with each passing season From a fleeting glimpse at beauty in the warmth of the spring to our frozen heart from winter’s endless pain
What is it we really want then? As we wake up dreaming of a peaceful life, of blue skies, and free-flowing thoughts in the warm embrace of a sun-kissed day
But out of darkness, fear does grow Those memories seem so far away. Saddled with willing acts of complacency We trudge on, immune to our nagging decency
For as we stand on the edge of the abyss Faced by the power of the absurd We can’t help but look down Into the unrelenting grimace of finality
Can we recapture, moments lost, memories fallen from the hardened heart of our war-torn soul? For deep inside, perhaps we’ll find A glimpse at a forgotten past
Might we gather one last breath, A passing whiff of that summer day So long ago, when we dreamt of a greater purpose and when magic Enveloped our reality with the warm embrace of mystery and intrigue
Might we realize then that pain makes beauty? And as we stand on the edge of the abyss Trading a summer daydream For a midnight reverie