In a perfect world, we'd all die young
Spared the inescapable ravages of time
Innocence framed in a portrait contains our purity
And the serenity we've left behind
The empty moments don't seem so empty
When you're facing your mortality
With expectation comes disappointment
So many mornings after bridge one into the next
Worn and weary, dreading each predictable conclusion
Beaten into submission, craving an escape
It's not so black and white
As the ebb and flow of life paints in shades of gray
Searching the past in vain, grasping at the remnants of tranquility
How can I get from here to there?
Can I reverse the sands of time?
In a perfect world we'd all die young
Spared the inescapable ravages of time
Ignorance framed in a portrait contains our purity
Oblivious to the destiny that lies ahead
Laid to waste, the semblance of ambition
An illusory concept born of discontent
Progress is marred by my resignation
To embrace the past in all its simplicity
To know no responsibility, to have no aspirations
No complications a life of austerity
Salvation through disenchantment
So I erase all of my memories
Of a childhood that seemed so dear to me
And I lie helpless against the torment of my stagnancy
