No, there’s not a time machine waiting
At the other side absolving all regrets and secrets
The mysteries presented through your teenage years
Disappeared long ago when you grew up
No chance to move back.
No, there’s not a bright light shining
Behind the door with glimmering eyes and sanctuary
The charitable salvation dignified your mistakes
Sins faults features human and worth embracing
No sanctuary to cling to.
No, there’s not a long staircase towering
Above your head leading to distant dream lands
That sings ballads to the simple living folk
With eyes closed but open elsewhere
No dreamland to plead for.
No, there’s not a metropolis bustling
In the transcendental nature of humanity
Crashing and burning under greedy infrastructure
Built to reinforce the regrets you forgive in the bedroom
Nothing to exploit.
If I could I would step away.