When It Gets Old

I am moving in and out of these animated lies, Silver linings now sagging shadows Burning desires now dimming coals How did I ever become so fixated On such unreliable light? It is the demon of doubt that reigns tonight It’s got all the strings to the puppetry Raising its arms to smite all joy Condemning our souls to dull life’s shine Where are you now, My swelling source of hope? Why do your eyes wander Where danger canters? Trotting on soils dried by the sun My reason for living Now my reason for moaning Its dragging me by the hair now Telling me to take refuge on its stage So it can play us over and over Succumbing to its pathetic goals To its putrefying plans All I ever wanted was a place I can feel A place I can feel At home I don’t know how that feels As I seek all these thrills I still don’t know how that feels