A sweet and gentle melancholy
sweeps the air around the skies
worries lost, tales of folly
laced with soft, whispered replies
We did not seek to live anew
simply escape this world awhile
don our masks, take our cue
to drown our woes in painted smiles
Tomorrow comes as tomorrow will
the time again to change one’s name
the memories remain here still
in the end, we were the same
We all sought these simple lies
to be someone that we were not
laugh fragile laughs as midnight dies
we fade, we dream, we never forgot.
- recovered from an abandoned storage shed in Napa Valley