The promise of a better year?
Not so, I would not dare to dream
Of a life so wonderful, So let's come clean.
What is it you really desire?
The savant's craze or passion's fire?
And what of when the kindling dies,
Will the night be pierced with your cries
Or the promises of devotion still
Despite the tongue's dwindling fill?
Tell me again, this time sincere
Of what allure should hold you here
On what level of infinite do I exist
That your attention is still as fixed
As it was on day one
With the promise of a brighter sun.
You are most immeasurably the better
But can you withstand the doldrum's weather?
Once twists and turns have all died down
And what we're left with is calm's sweet sound
You'll look at me with a different face
A stranger one that pricks no trace
Upon the memories of an exciting past
Fragile as wind, the stare will last
Always there under every face
The residue of a slower pace
When ecstasy's raw power
Has depleted its last hour
And the promise of future sips
From its fountain never left its lips
We're stuck here watching as the whole thing falls
The fortitude of excitement, gone from it's walls
The castle that we had built together
To withstand the hardest weather
Fails the simplest test there is
The test of time.
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