To Skip An Age

So let’s pretend it’s over and left behind

Into this moment of disclosed oversight

We’ll race until our wings flame up into the clouds

And fly until we breathe on these higher grounds

Damned by our inner silent suicide

The riddance of our sake

Down with a weak and violent civil war

The wrinkles of my age fade

Set to rights…

Drop dead, you’re older, face to the floor (you’re dragging me)

Into a game of choice I can’t set the score (it’s puzzling me)

Set to rights, mind the gap in your head

And fill its blank spot with chemical desire

Validate my constant pain with rules unfair to trail

Life is divine, I can feel its oblique design

Hope is gone now

You deserve what your eyes can’t deny