The staggering genius of ordinary lives

Not a thorn between them

You run to catch up with the sun

But she is sinking as she swings

To and fro, on a piece of frayed rope

Until she is lost, in a relative way

You are older, older than wishing time away

Along with all her endearments, frittering

And wasting hours in an offhand style

Collapsed on a wooden bench

We took a second to search for nostalgia

Taking more than a fallen age to come

A name is a name, why tinker with it

Music Credit: Monolog Rockstars – The Bad Wake