Innocent visions from bygone years
Do they still linger on, in the essence of tears?
Once notions of fairness now cut like a knife
And left impaled on the railings of life.
In the stage play of love, we were novices from the start
You should have had a stand-in, that knew the part;
Yes, I was the director, but had bad things on my mind
My conscience lays heavy now, for I proved unkind.
Would you call me considered, a caring loving’ ex?
Or prefer a refugee, from the carnival of sex
Try as one might – to escape the conclusion
Only to return in nightmares, an embittered illusion.
I’m standing out on a ledge, peering into loves void
Emerging from darkness with ideals destroyed;
All these images, they are die cast in my head
Warped with authenticity, like the dreams of the dead.
Were we creatures of the present, so postpone the past
Praying for a future, that we believe could last,
People can be strange and romantically unkind
The elements so important – but still hard to find.
