Splendor In The Grass

I don't know how long
this pain will stay,
this tumor-like ball.
I thought we had eternity
before us,
no need to hurry.
Was it disillusion
that killed the dream
or did it go away on its own?
Is it a lack of will
or a screw fallen from
the propeller that turns my brain?
We brushed against a dream,
it was a good thing
for the time we believed in
and hung on to it. Now we must live without it swallow and digest it.
Is it Time that breaks ideas
when we must act and stop thinking.
Now we have to live without,
forget the guilt,
not continuously wonder
at what moment we lost our footing.
We brushed against a dream,
it was a good thing
for the time we believed in
and hung on to it. Now we must live without it swallow and digest it.