Momma turned fifty yesterday I'm old I'm lost the sun sets, the June bug dies and as it goes so does the world
I stare into the twilight it scorches my eyes I burn yet I am cold I shiver. I turn and cling to the past
The early years the days that make you they were terrible years I miss them
The precious days of youth so small so small it meant nothing, yet they left scars scars that run deep I wish I could forget them, I wish I was free it still hurts. It will always hurt
There have been many of which I've occupied my time they create me, they desert me many do I miss, none would I resort I've learned to just walk away. So it goes.
we weep for the dead they lay by the lake their spirit guides me my rented parents with all my heart I miss you and love you
we marvel at the miracle of life we long for the innocence of childhood, we drown in the bliss of love I think of how ugly and awful it all is
Forget your magic there is no magic we wait for it you pray to your gods the sparks, the fire, the magic we wait for it, it never comes there is no magic, there is no magic
we have visions of life, none of which match we look back on our idyllic past a past that never was we had childhood dreams we held them so close, so dear we lose our focus we disappoint the boy
we have visions of life, none of which match yet we survive we attach meaning to our suffering we attach lessons to our losses somehow we make it all work we make it all make sense but all we really ever learn and know is loss
We are not saved. We are not comforted. We are alone A bumbling laughable Klutz marching in a parade of horribles tragedies and travesties, a comedy for the divine
we are allowed the blissful glimpses the flashes of happiness we take it and we go. We fill the gaps the glue that binds the madness the crushing cruel helping hand of hope the foundation shakes, the axis wobbles
and as we speak the woods are burning its raging bright, its rage is fierce its time to make a move it's time to be more
with the uneasy anxious inspiration we search for strength but we lack that strength its easier to pretend to conjure a lazy man's spin
got to be more, got to be more we push forward, we dig deeper, we fall further we feel deeply and we hurt deeper but we continue to push
we push until the day that we face the final embrace where we gain nothing but finality. Still no magic. No payoff What we searched for in life, we don't find in death. we bid adeu. we are wished a goodnight. Goodnight my love, now you can rest.