I wrote some love songs as skies turned grey
Ask whence they come and I would say
“I felt like this once upon a time, its been many a day
I hope to feel that again, but time is slipping away”
I dreamed some dreams along the way
And I wrote them down in a two act play
About justice and freedom and social decay
I’d like to see them staged, but time is slipping away
When autumn winds blow cold in time
And winter around the corner lies
All covered in white and frost and ice
Memories of spring dreams haunt the night
And hopes
Like misty thawing streams
Vanish with the morning light
Yet the echo of reality
A whispering voice's fealty
Returns to visions lost along the way
And bids the young “remember thou”
Do not as I regret the passing day
And find in winter only cold
Untouched by fiery quests of old
Pursue Thy dreams while morning bursts
For certainly the evening thirsts
And spends all dreams in revelry
Or worse reclines in devilry
Naught done
Thought one
I
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