The Middle Ages

Looking back is not the same as looking forward

You can't see what it is you're heading toward

All that's visible is what's left behind

The dream distilled and the dreams discarded

What made you leap or left you empty hearted

In the moment and the in the fullness of time

Now you are what it is that you would have changed

If only you'd known

Where you'd be and to be here is very strange

Waking up alone

In the middle ages

All along you paid close attention

To the answers when a voice ask the question

How'd you get here? Where do you belong?

17 makes us brave and so full of nerve

35 makes us pause but we're undeterred

Never say die and so we push on

And some come to a place of reckoning

And try to fix what they filed

I arrived with the questions still beckoning

In the back of my mind

To the middle ages

And now you bitch about your job

What's wrong with folks today?

The price of gas and milk

And the guy who begs for change

He's camped out at the light

You hide behind your shades

And will the green to flash

To speed your getaway

You're racing to keep up

Or just to be on time

That's what you tell yourself

When they emptiness inside

Threatens to break out

Clouding up your eyes

You just have to pull over

We used so dread lives rendered ordinary

We always said we'd own a grander story

The only kind worth telling somehow

Is the one about a jolt that makes you listen

That jagged lightening bolt of recognition

Love and kindness are all that matter now

And way back in the back of your mind

You heard something getting through

Like some beautiful passage without words

Welcoming you

To the middle ages