Golden Age

Oh I once believed in the simplest of teachings

For the simplest of reasons

I was once a good man, I did the work of some god’s hands

It was a golden age, a golden land

I once was controlled by thoughts that no force of will could hold back

No simple prayer could combat

I once tore a tree from the ground and heard a hundred little sounds

Of the rotten fruit falling down

The sun has set upon the day of eternal youth and its golden age

I no longer live in that cage

Because life tore apart my construct of what was true and what was love

Was below and what was above

I saw a world in motion and let go of those notions

That strangled my emotions

And like a wave turned in the ocean, no word that I have spoken

I’ve been breathing in that motion

But I see the way

I see the way

I see the way

But I see the way

I see the way

I see the way

But I see the way

I see the way

I see the way

But I see the way

I see the way

I see the way