There are those
Who don't know me
There are those
Who say they do
On which side
Are those who owe me
On which side
Of foes are you?
There are those
Who then disowned me
There are those
Who could never choose
There are those
Who still live lonely
Aye sea them towns
Down by the blues
When I was younger then I am
And than I will be now
I was who I am back then
And I can't break it down
Like these wrinkles won't wither
And the thoughts that stir astray
Always a constant clutter
Always in such disarray
When I was bigger than I am
And than I will ever be
I was someone else and yet
I was always me
Like these shades won't fade
They just won't let me be
I remember the times back then
When I was more than three
Fright!
It seems that I no longer dream
In my hopes and visions I scream
Drain me of all snakes I steam
I stem from old viking leaders
In my dreams I'm coated with ice
It's cold outside it's no surprise
In my dreams I fight dragons and slice
Dragons in half with uncontained wrath
In my real life I need no advice
I know enough but I can't seem to rise
Above myself or the borders I throw
Thus I stay solemn, soft, and low
I think to myself and reinvision my dreams
Picture in my head the undeniable screams
From those dragons all in blood bathing
I'm so happy I saved my lives savings
For the future that might not come
If I tell you
Tomorrow it all ends
The world as we know it
And then it starts again
A new life will be born here
Will flourish in our torn years
Will grow and devour all despair
And become like we never knew
The people will be easy
They will live life in peace see
And stand on a cliff by the blue sea
Peacefully singing to the ocean breeze
They will leave no verse for me
For they will know all that's to be told
And they will never die or grow old
Because they don't know our calling
And when the sun is falling
And you have heard my tale
Will you pray to higher religion
Or let your ego prevail
Will you be happy for the creatures
That take over our world with their hope
Or will you cry in agony
And hope it's all a joke
There was once a question
That a young boy once asked
This question that he asked
He could not take back
No matter how much he wanted to
The question was exact
He could not let it fail him
And it would not extract
People thought he was playing
All a theatrical act
What was this brave boy saying?
They asked the crowd in back
But there was no delaying
The wonder that arose
And it soaked all in confusion
All of those who were close
They could find no solution
They could find no repose
They did not know what to do then
So to banish him they chose
And he still didn't have an answer
To this question in his mind
Thus he lived his life in search for
The answer he could not find