EPITHET

EPITHET
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Stand here on some mountain
View beyond said stance
Dream of that youthful fountain
Back when we used to dance
And when we could be lovers
And when I could be loved
You used to hold my hand
But now my hand is gloved

Stand here on some molehill
And dream that I can dream
And see those clouds move so still
So slow they do not seem
And change deform winds blow my soul
So slow, but yet new features
We can’t go back, we just roll on
Into a thousand different creatures

Lie here on some gravestone
Imprinted “then ‘til now”
And how he was a brave soul
No promise disavowed
Who will lie to save me?
the scrutiny of a million unknown eyes
They took back what they gave me
When I discovered their lies