A Handful of the Possible
It was your bright dream;
A handful of the possible.
We thought we could find it.
We lived inside those dreams
And came home to find new times
had taken those dreams away
turned the world around
to face its face to a new day
And a new way of seeing
that grew into new ways of living,
leaving the past behind,
lost and almost forgotten.
And then we found out
the new way was no way at all,
leaving the helpless children
Alone without a home
and a place to run to
while we were out looking
for that one great thing
That makes all the other things
seem pointless and empty.
But there is no new way,
there is only the old way
And we need to return
before those old days
are lost and then forgotten
and we have to learn the art
of how to live once again.
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