These are
the days of wonder and excitement
Everything
is so full of life
There’s no
need for grief and misunderstanding
Everything
will be all right
We trip the wires and walk the long, long road
away
We smile as we try to run a little faster
And every road we tread is one more behind us
It’s like that until we die
These are
the days of miracles and magic
My sarcasm
seems wan and out of place
These
creatures who bow before us
Were once
runners of this human race
We drink the wine and celebrate the passing of
one into the other
We like to think we know the riddle to the joke
And every road we tread is one more put behind
us
Pushing anew at yet another yoke
These are
the days of mystery and tragedy
We learn to
walk before we talk before we think
One more
mile of empty houses enfold us
Before our
iceberg hits us we must sink
We hold aloft the olive branch above us
We hold back the jungles with our mighty swords
of truth
And every road we tread is one more behind us
How can we do this to our youth?
Somewhere inside somewhere inside of us
We left the fire to go out
And now we reap the coals of our malevolence
The warmth we claim to do without
These are
the days of holy matrimony
With these
here rings I bind thee to me
I’m willing
to give up Saturday afternoons
If you are
willing to forgive my polygamy
We grasp pretension in our swollen fists and
scream at the sky
We’ve suckled at the breast of greed for all
our time
And every road we tread is one more behind us
So why do we continue to whinge and whine?
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