Old Mystics

Golden age, golden age, the world was ours for us to change
But we sat back and watched it fall without a single care at all.
Come of age, let's come of age and see the flaws in our old ways
To lose all sight of early days, a passing phase is held delayed.
Aspirations made disintegrate, fade out to grey, rust and decay,
A galaxy of fallen stars that hides its shame behind closed doors.

It's yours to decide what is the worth of this time?
What is the worth of this?
What did you think you would become?
I misread dreams for motion.
"youthful days encaged in chains"
Denying chance whilst we drift on.

Effortlessly lose it all,
Sourcing these scenes to idly,
Appreciate what has been laid with no responsibility.
Setting sun, setting sun our darkest days have not begun,
Ambitions lead to making haste, forbidding days to go to waste.
Recklessness comes with regrets, dismiss the memories of these threats,
Futile talk throughout these years to try and navigate our fears.
Modern age, modern age, time flies never to be regained,
And still i sit back watch me rot, ignorant to the ticking clock.
Direct your sight to something new, misfortune does not follow you,
Open your eyes and explore, youth forever, nevermore.
What did you think you would become?

I misread dreams for motion.
"youthful days encaged in chains"
Denying chance whilst we drift on.
Effortlessly lose it all,
Sourcing these scenes to idly,
Appreciate what has been laid with no responsibility.
Collapsing under carelessness,
Resisting the unrealistic,
Igniting this revelation,
Youth forever, nevermore.