Ideals of youth must all soon be shed
Fairies and fantasies are what we’re fed
But this world is rooted not in heart but head
Wild rhythms filtered tame
With an appetite strong for your meaningful looks
I would gaze at you through my rose lens
Perceptions were fashioned with music and books
Cloaked in green, just a rookie back then
Don’t be sorry for those days
Or that vibrant flame you kindled
With each heart beat strong I was in a daze
My head’s sharp but my beats have dwindled
And since then I’ve lost all such zeal
I know now heartache’s in the deal
There just ain’t no vow that your kiss could seal
I’ve known better since you came
I’m not knocking to lay the blame down at your door
Such gained fault’s not the kind that I give
Better off am I since I’ve learned love’s only lore
Moving on, keeping on’s how I live
So never again will its blush stain my cheeks
Cause I know such a paint leads to pain
And you can’t convince me there’s a love so unique
No I’m telling you, never again.
The seeming naivety of my cynicism seems heavy-handed now. I think I was aiming for feigned indifference in the style of "Don't Think Twice, It's Alright" (having been recently blown away by my introduction to the tune). I know it's not a very modern style but I've always liked the bite a rhyme can give to a phrase.
Today I was bummed to learn an old haunt in Waterloo blazed away in flames at dawn. I spent a lot of the day thinking about this fire (partly because the incident rippled out to my office and cuffed me onto the phone and into my desk chair). The spot is imbrued with both sentimental and prosaic memories and it got me reminiscing about the countless times I had there, including the occasion that two of my friends decided to tackle the 3 Pound Burger Challenge at Mel's Diner. Behold the mountainous meat in question below.
A sad passing for all those who came of age in and around this place.
