Have we reached something vital and permanent?

Is there a sign we’ve found what people seek

’til their twilight years in desperation and fear?

Are we blessed by serendipitous circumstance?

Or is this all just an ephemeral afterglow?

We can bask and wait for it to fade

But we can never recapture it

Not lonely, I like being alone

With my poison, my only precious one

Will I always be living life on a crutch, hoping my deeds never catch (never catch, never catch) me?

Not lonely, I like being alone

With my poison, unholy precious one

Will I always be living life on a crutch, hoping my dreams never catch (never catch, never catch) me?

I dread the day I pay the price of the decades’ decay

Old man, cold lips, neck as stiff as the drink that he sips

I can’t eliminate the prospect

Or quell the paranoia and the sense of dismay

Disdain for every choice I make for me or you

I rest assured it’s just part of the game we play

I can’t afford your trust, with myself this way

… me up to face me, they chase me, I can’t escape the things I’ve done or didn’t do

My dreams displace me, they outpace me, but I can wait as they will fade