Peaks of perseverance throughout your day; Nostalgia only the prophet can denounce
Love, what do you christen the impending doom
When all that you dwell in is the past?
Reside in my arms -- ad infinitum-- until the sun rays scold memories away
And pick upon your damnation
For this is not your sibyl's cast.
Though somber air sweeps the city sky, and daubs the distance grey
I give notice to your color, boy,
I see when you wear blue.
Experience will always change a man; solidity wearing though
Do not carry consignment upon your back
Bearing shame that does not belong to you.
Instead, gaze deep through confusion, drive bewilderment to the side
Favor the clarity of isolation
For empathetic minds are hard to find.
Elapsed moments of anticipation, fear, repulsion, shock and thirst
Mere moments of hesitation
Cannot let it pause you in real time.
Let no moment sweep you off your feet, but steal your heart's stiff chill
Moments of hesitation, so sweet
Should not seize you from your climb.
But if there be a moment where you feel you've set a knot
Fret not the yesteryear
But look forward to the top.
I inquire a query of questionable means, is it such that you enjoy pain
The grip of your former, now that you're older
Shows a habit you've got to stop.
A sensible vanity waits near the peak, with compelling, exhorted appeal
Consider your ecstasy now, my love, and
Discard that timeworn passion.
But it matters not what breathes at the crest, what goodness and honor await
Absorb to let go what's to come and before
As the birds fly out from the heavens.