plazma
Bluelighter
Where is the lost magic of youth?
Where does it go? How did it escape us? Slip from our grasp?
'I'm only young' I thought
That I could fly, if only I tried hard enough
Awash with ideas, fired by curiousity
What does the green shoot know of autumn?
And when you're young, you still think
That good intentions are enough
To stop you hurting those you love
That there's a silver lining to every cloud
But I sold mine, and you shared yours with me
You wonder, idly, will the end of life
As with the end of day, be magnificence and beauty?
Time's screw is turning, ever tightening
As we grow older yet, and our dreams are older still
Dying like the children we never had
We're far from old this instant, but green fades to yellow
The cold winds scour our souls
The sky is just a handspan out of reach
Your world will not come crashing down
It crumbles, so imperceptibly, that you won't notice that its gone
And our horizons are invisible
Behind the walls that we unthinkingly constructed
Where is the lost magic of youth?
Where does it go? How did it leave?
When the warm breeze carries some tiny echo of foreboding
And the bright flame dulls to ashes
I could capture the intant understanding
Perhaps I was born already dying
And we all just never noticed until now
You all told me not to search, that it would find me
And I believed because I love you
Our sense of hope, dying slower than an oak tree
One winter at a time
Another turn, and still another
The rack of time must tighten, a noose around our necks
Muscles tense and fingers clenched, but still we slip
The tide has turned, and life is ebbing
Even while we splashed and shrieked with joy
The waves were crashing in, and we were caught in the rip
I'm lost without a map or compass
Wandering the multitude of roads and dusty trails
Leading to death, watching the milestones inch past
Occasionally turning back to watch the green hills
Vanish slowly into the sunset turning black
Where is the lost magic of youth?
Where did it go? How did it escape?
'I'm only young' I used to think
That I could fly, if only I tried hard enough
But now I know I never could
Igniting the pyre of my dreams and hopes with a last cigarette
And a warning to hold your love and magic tight
For without them, life is dust and ashes
And the screw can turn no more...
-plaz out-
Where does it go? How did it escape us? Slip from our grasp?
'I'm only young' I thought
That I could fly, if only I tried hard enough
Awash with ideas, fired by curiousity
What does the green shoot know of autumn?
And when you're young, you still think
That good intentions are enough
To stop you hurting those you love
That there's a silver lining to every cloud
But I sold mine, and you shared yours with me
You wonder, idly, will the end of life
As with the end of day, be magnificence and beauty?
Time's screw is turning, ever tightening
As we grow older yet, and our dreams are older still
Dying like the children we never had
We're far from old this instant, but green fades to yellow
The cold winds scour our souls
The sky is just a handspan out of reach
Your world will not come crashing down
It crumbles, so imperceptibly, that you won't notice that its gone
And our horizons are invisible
Behind the walls that we unthinkingly constructed
Where is the lost magic of youth?
Where does it go? How did it leave?
When the warm breeze carries some tiny echo of foreboding
And the bright flame dulls to ashes
I could capture the intant understanding
Perhaps I was born already dying
And we all just never noticed until now
You all told me not to search, that it would find me
And I believed because I love you
Our sense of hope, dying slower than an oak tree
One winter at a time
Another turn, and still another
The rack of time must tighten, a noose around our necks
Muscles tense and fingers clenched, but still we slip
The tide has turned, and life is ebbing
Even while we splashed and shrieked with joy
The waves were crashing in, and we were caught in the rip
I'm lost without a map or compass
Wandering the multitude of roads and dusty trails
Leading to death, watching the milestones inch past
Occasionally turning back to watch the green hills
Vanish slowly into the sunset turning black
Where is the lost magic of youth?
Where did it go? How did it escape?
'I'm only young' I used to think
That I could fly, if only I tried hard enough
But now I know I never could
Igniting the pyre of my dreams and hopes with a last cigarette
And a warning to hold your love and magic tight
For without them, life is dust and ashes
And the screw can turn no more...
-plaz out-
