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Haven't written in an age, so this is probably really bad. |
I grow old thinking of how to save my youth, as it slips by in currents and flows and flows and flows away down that long long road of deeply contemplated memories, that highway of ideas, that unbeaten beat up path of virtues, it flies away and soars before me in a sky full of plans, itineraries and schedules and lunch dates and birthdays, And summer sunshined holidays mocking, haunting me with an I that I once knew, once, and just once, and long ago. Long ago I dreamt of being adult, mature and independent I've not achieved any of that and yet I've grown Grown into a skin of quickly realised boredom whose cynicism eats me day out day in day out day in. Grown out of those red and rosy tinted focals whose distortion I once never questioned and whose dust I care not to wipe off at this time at any time Father Time Slow down You've forgotten to raise me, to teach me. You forgot to hold me And hug me close and tell me it'll be okay Tell me how much life I have to live How much worth I have to say. Now I have 18gigs of photos and twitchy drunken footage Smiling red eyed and hopeful That the world was mine But I never reached out and took it I never reached out and shook it With that furious zeal that guided me before With that never-lasting lust for more More of the same More and more and more mundane Same shit different name Oh where could my happiness be? It was not in Lizelle, in her deceitful and seductive snatch It was not in Jenna, who's married now and thinks me a fool It was not in that whore who gave me an elevator ride to heaven and back It was not in Carin who jumped into my bed as if a pool while her ring floated in her handbag and caused my guilt to drool It is not at the bottom of my glass when the vodka's done It is neither in the rising nor setting of the moon Nor in the climax and rest of the sun It wasn't even there when I sucked my thumb Bubblegum. Bubblegum. Bubblegum. I f I say it thrice will you appear? If I pray it twice will you even hear? If I call you once will a smile smear Across that beautiful face? Between those perfect ears? Two years, two years and still further apart. I was a dunce to let you go I was a dunce from the start and now I war with everything Because of the war in my heart. |