Last Day of Innocence

Out there on the range,
my mind has become,
something we all know is not mange,
but comfortably numb.
Times progress and people change,
Things go up, they go down, some
may seem both, situations are all sad;
bust out of the cage;
relationships have all been bad,
there's many things you can do with a page.

You can turn it ahead,
or you can turn it back.
Someday, you'll be on a death bed,
and it ain't just for a lack
of precious faith,
nor it be from a wraith.
You can tear it out,
crumple it up,
you could cry or pout,
pour your tears from a cup,
into a five-gallon bucket.
You can man-up, and go home,
or you can be weak and say suck it!
There's nothing anyone can own.

Pointless logic,
rationalizes hopeless faith.
May it be when you are sick,
it'll be for your excessive plaith.

Tears of rage,
break the bars,
leap from the cage,
bring down the stars.
Respect not for age
not what is ours,
but of character that is large.
Burn the page
deny your wages.
Reach for the near,
not for the far.
Listen to what you wish to hear,
not what is in the car.
If the only thing you fear
is the abscence of life in the stars,
listen here dear,
things may seem bleek or hard,
but they are clear, and when they appear,
they will not disappear.