Forever High and Low

I often ask myself what I'm wondering What's the riddle that has me stumped? How much longer will I feel this way? Why am I forever riding swells? Endlessly lost on a familiar path The same brown bricks I've worn away for years now Forever searching for a new meaning for a tapped out source Forever chasing a certain nostalgic high There wasn't much to see outside that window Couple buildings, a road, people clutching their coats It was the first time I'd seen this land enshrouded in darkness And as a cold breeze blew, I lost myself in warm food So I've walked that same path a thousand times So much so that it's lost all meaning A world of infinite potential was lost in familiarity Forever searching in a world of lows When the destination is so far away It's easy to lose yourself in the journey Creating fantastic endpoints and starting lines Pushing back anything that reminds you it'll end I claim these bricks as a throne of memories As my destination draws nearer and I've given up on this land No longer a realm of bright innocence Forever lost as a tomb of jade And thus I sit on a throne of ice Firmly attached to the past as I've ever been Summer heat and winter chill The two muses I eternally draw upon Forever lambasting what summer has dealt me Forever reaching out to what winter stole from me Finding purity in old pain, and sins of ancient saints Forever my Kingdom of High and Low