whispered plots tell a vibrant story
of what was once happiness turned gold
stories from the days of old
where two kids lead similar lives
trying to experience their whole life before they've ended
their easy going childhood
waking up, to stare at an old calendar on the wall
left for five years, left untouched
five more wasted years spent on long division, grammar, and sex
find someone to relate to, feel misunderstood
cry about life's uncertainty and inequality
take another sip of whiskey, pretend this is life
like an artist, painting senseless lines
a painting could describe the only life many will ever have
follow the same lines and patterns
ending in the same dismal fate
depend on a sundial to bring new life
when it stops, so does the world
until then, spend a little time adding to the worlds book
write a story that will explode before their eyes
a story of a desire, far gone in the sea
it could anywhere in the world, but its destination is predetermined
discovered amongst the lost souls of all the misinterpreted and broken hearted
be the one who will take it easy
where the wind has stopped is where the lucky will be set free