Sleeping (song of summer)

This song, I wrote for
the summers I slept through.
Waves on the ocean,
and stars I could run to.

Fairies and flowers were mine,
when I was sleeping I was fine.
Nothing could touch me inside,
when I was sleeping I was alive.

Green leaves and blue skies
forever in my eyes,
yet when they opened
I watched as the day died.

Fairies and flowers aren’t real,
yet in the summer it’s their pain I feel.
That which I loved was a dream,
and now it all has been taken from me.

This song, I wrote for
the summers I slept through.
Days gone forever
that I can’t return to.

What’s left of summer is these:
rotten brown flowers and dying fairies.
I know deep inside, it never can be, but–
my god, give it back, give it back to me!

This is the Song of Summer from my "Seasons".  It’s mostly about growing old and realizing that you’re never going to be as great and wonderful as you thought when you were younger.  We all had dreams when we were younger, about the many things we would do, the lives we would save, the changes we would make.  But, as we age, more often than not, mediocrity sets in, and we are just a copy of the previous generation, working low paying jobs to buy shit that we don’t really want.  What kind of life is that, really?  All we achieve as we age is a pale imitation of the dreams we had as children.