They live in a mad gone world
Where laughter is followed by silence
Where teenage lovers breathe optimistic
While the old die without memories

Amazed today by the stubborn way that is man
Holding out to what is known
Wiping brows upon what has become
Sleeves of the familiar

Spinning hopeless without control
Through oblonged days
Unconditioned to obtain balance
Pulled through the years towards the end
By a string

With the power enough to pull tight
Or give slack
But afraid
So they follow