A Place Beyond the Pines

There lies a place beyond the pines, A future filled with golden times, I, for the life of me, Cannot look that far away, There seems to be no road ahead to choose, I've frozen & yet time hasn't, Am I stuck in a forest, That's of my own making, What is this place of golden times they talk about? How are they sure? As life passes away, a fading memory, A fading memory, it keeps on passing, I sometimes imagine not being born, I close my eyes & I try to look, I was just a child, ignorant & happy, Happy in the coat of not knowing & in the arms of a book, I look back & often find myself wondering, Can it ever get better, Will it ever get better, Can you look me in the eyes & promise me it does, Offer me the comfort of your advice, Can you look me in the eyes, Hold me a little & whisper your lies? Memories like crushed photographs, Even the bad ones make me smile at times, I wonder if there lies something in the making, Am I just on the starting line? When did things change & these responsibilities like mountains. Tower me & ask for acceptance, I never asked for any of this, I say take these away from me, Can you borrow from me things that somebody lent me? This feels like a bad dream, I open my eyes & I know it is not, There are no pines here, it's winter now, It's always winter here, The lies of warmth that you've been told, I feel sorry for you. If apologies help, do let me know, If not, we'll burn down these pines together, I promise I shall light the fire, A fire that never ends, Swallowing everything in its path, A fire that you & I, Shall both stare in the face of & laugh, Come, sit with me here, I'll talk to you about the pines.