Old friend, we once excited in the crowd
before we were thrown into a romance
of jealous thought, and twisted circumstance.
I struggled for sunlight, head full of cloud;
you lost your voice over music too loud.
We left the revolution up to chance,
lazy in love, with a partner to dance
clear through the morning, with hangover proud.
Now we must strive for a cleaner living;
meditative skies and time for healing.
In separation, we'll untie the knot,
we'll learn to take after all this giving.
Now I must climb to reclaim that feeling
of giddy heights and the youth we forgot.