Lyrics of the Younger

It's not over yet

I've but stroked the surface of reality

Knocking at my unborn door

Waiting on an answer

My arms are swimming

But my mind refuses

Life is too sweet to watch it pass by

Like a long summer afternoon

Where did my summer go?

It's fall, but I'm still living in a

Summer kind of haze

Dazed by the rush of blood to the head

A singer's recollection of yesterdays left unsaid

They read like lyrics and I think

Maybe I can write a song

A melody for the slightest productivity

Alleviate my stillness

Sitting in a pool of broken sand

It's hardly the second half

The second part of a secondary year

But I reach over sparks

And see the sun embrace my tears and

Wipe them on the clouds I dream on

Sailing through the miseries of

A universal truth

A kind of panacea

I wish it could exist

But I won't live in fantasies

And cradle my thoughts in maybes

Lather the rims of forgotten tries

And make amends those attempts to

Drive the connection into

Something I cannot comprehend

So I just ride the wind into a thousand paths

And take on whichever breeze pleases me

And the weights crushing my shoulders

Celebrate their pay day and I

Breathe and feign weariness when I know

I lack retention of

The words they manifest

In my favor, no less

Pick out the imperfections

Because that's how I'm wired to be

See the miniscule cracks in a lake

Mirroring my trains of desire

My maladies flow down my cheeks

Etching a sort of canyon

But I drown myself in lyrics of the younger

A youthful sort of sincere

Of happiness and remedies

And freedom for us all

Take back what I have lost

And be happy, I say

Smile.