Folly

with passion’s brilliant mediocrity we sparked a flame with tragedy it was our common fantasy what a candid lie we chose to sing while watching worlds were turning we rubbed two thorns with yearning we set emerald cities burning what a candid lie we chose to sing adoration reeked of haughty claim adulation played a sordid game affections viral... would not tame what a candid lie we chose to sing what a candid lie we sing in the graying dawn of age as with our trembling hands we turn a bitter page you gaily pierced the side of me a garden weeps inside of me anguish eats the soul of me since you have forsaken me what a candid lie I chose to sing worlds keep on turning affections keep on yearning young men keep on learning candid lies they gladly choose to sing your last kiss came on my last dime a greyhound bus rolled down the line empty seats filled up with time maybe yours maybe mine