23 - Hellions

The world has changed its aspect because I willed it so

In the infinitude of its scope — I am free to roam, I’m free

So keep tour wooden world in your sleeve

And not for anything, should you stop running

Mother, please forgive me

Father, listen to me now

Brother can’t you hear the inexorable sound?

The march of time drawing close

Just like a phalanx of ghosts

I was eating crow for a good eight months

Before I found the good sense to regurgitate it all up

These are still salad days, the rudimentary runs

And there’s not a fucking thing to keep you from what’s yet to come

You’re free.

So keep your wooden world in your sleeve

And not for anything should you stop running

I know a liberation that so many don’t

And I’ve felt a camaraderie that so many won’t

I believe that the rat race will put ice in your heart

And I know not to take my dreams for granted

If I don’t want them to fall apart

(I know hindsight can relieve but it won’t set you free. Let it go now, no)

I know a liberation that so many don’t

Just knowing that we’ll never run out of road

Hindsight can relieve but it won’t set you free

These contemporary lies are no longer bothering me

I’ll never squander ever waning youth

The bullshit doesn’t matter because you’ve always got you