My eternal sigh

Life tends to shift at times
as all the good times roll
and along the beaten path we tread
we find our lifelong goal.


So here we walk upon the sand
trying to pretend
that nothing hurts
and nothing dies
and nothing has to end.


Here along that beaten path
our fathers share, to say
that young men live and young men die
but old live everyday


So creeping forward
day by day
the seagulls passing by
I lay upon the rotting land
and lonely there I cry.


For the heavens wait for me
plotting once again
a good time here
a hardship there
intriguing me to end


this youthful
crowded
shattered mind
and all its trembling toys.
Creeping, trying
crying lies
and bending to the noise


inside my head
the world intrudes
and my imagination dies
and fades into my soul's abyss
remains replaced by lies.


Desperate now, this time of need
I hold my hands up high
praying for the rain to come
and cleanse me from the sky.


It can't be time to hold my breath
and shed my eternal sigh
I've still got years to make things right
I can't be ready to die.