The excitement left the station.

On a train just after one.

We all had time to catch our breath.

At stars bright as the sun.

There were laughs and there was drama.

Like their world was all a stage.

The sunshine only shone for them.

With porcelain skin that doesn’t age.

No plans are made for certain.

But we are changing home address.

Right after we do the cleanup.

Of this God forsaken mess.

Do not wait up. Cause I’ll be late.

I trotted off. Thought it’ll be great.

I got drunk, and I got some stone.

Woke up weary and all alone.

She left a note, not coming back.

Went back to sleep. I guess that’s that.

There’s growing up or there’s going down.

The bottoms here. All over town.

There comes a day, and that day is here.

I’ve had my share, and I want to be clear.

Please don’t be mad. I’m full of fear.

If I don’t stop, then the end is near…

I’m waking up, and it’s not too late.

Faced some fears that change fate.

I’m not drunk, and I’m not alone.

And I got this place. I call home.

The pain is psychological, like the pleasure in my head.

The wars were pathological and replaced the living with the dead.

Said you wanted peace. But I think that you want more.

Cause peace is just a lease if you don’t make for war.

It is all in preparation. Like the proverbs wisdom tell.

It’s just a sad, sad situation. To not know heaven here from hell.

The Sunday rains came early.

Damp Sidewalks Saturday night.

The stylish got out umbrellas.

To see the brawl tween left and right.

The jabs that started early.

Are more for show, dramatic flair.

The internet is all the rage.

With so much noise so contraire.

There’s a shortage here on blue dye.

And the one that makes hair green.

All the battle plans have strategies.

That don’t offend or seem too mean.

I went home and locked the castle.

In fact, I never left the moat.

I just fired up the drawbridge.

And just let those voices shout.

“Was the dream a premonition?“

Out of breath and full of sweat.

In the dark interpretation.

But she hasn’t got that yet.

I was nothing short of subtle.

A smile, a nod, a giggle laugh.

I wanted love and not forgiveness.

But we don’t get to choose our path.

Oh, such anger in that beauty!

“Why am I cut off from life?”

I knew I should have held my answer.

“Because you’re someone else’s wife.”

The movie has no soundtrack.

That was playing in my head.

The theme was for the living.

The plot was for the dead.

It’s a story of hereafter.

Like the myths a child’s told.

Equal portions tears and laughter.

You get the girl but not the gold.

July, it overtook us.

Plans were lost where once hope stayed.

The boredom struggled with the heat.

In silent shifting shade.

The summers sun was merciless.

Green grass in no wind swayed.

The band put down their instruments.

In silent shifting shade.

The spirit world was busy.

As the minions softly prayed.

They sit there counting blessings…

In the silent shifting shade.