Michael McGuire Imagine The Tears
IMAGINE THE TEARS
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Every dull early morning I turn on the street that goes up the hill, I notice
the dead end street sign and that’s just the way I feel, as a little boy I
thought maybe I’ll be an astronaut but I never got off the ground, I go to
work in this dark factory everyday; king of the flightless I am crowned.
If that little boy could have seen thru the fog of the years, imagine the
tears.
My angst and rage has mellowed and become this kind of apathetic grind,
all those future plans are now just dusty dreams in a dim corner of my
mind, I used to be the worlds ambition and the soul and logic of
redemption’s heart, but now the man this boy was going to be never was;
the end is a mythical place from the start.
And if that little boy could have known about the random flux of the
years, imagine the tears.
Nostalgia and selective memory go a long way to making the good old
days good, the past has a way of living up to what the future never could,
balancing the joy of existence with the pettiness of existing is the life of a
man, and it’s a wonderful thing that this is something the child never has
to try and understand.
Cause if that little boy would have ever felt, the horrifying death divining
grinding of the gears, imagine the tears.
Nov-dec02
