The Green Years

I can tell myself i know the answers

Try to puzzle out the painful things i've yet to learn

But i don't understand the subtle plan

And still i wonder

As the seeds we've sown fall to earth and grow

In a barren land

Sheltered in our seasoned hardness

Shall we shed a stagnant tear to ease our wooden hearts?

Well that depends

With our precious hands clutching painted sand

And our broken wheels in doubt as we turn for home

Melting in a dream of gardens

I was walking through the trees when someone called my name

I long to trespass down that path again

And though i've no regrets

I can still recall when the first leaves fall

How i lost my way

Parachuting into darkness

Doesn't every wounded hero live to fight again?

I'm baling out

But the profiteers stole my surplus years

Am i somersaulting headlong into the ground?