the end
of an era
like the golden ages
through history 
my love, my friends

my life tracing back
I still identify
with the words
you wrote on me
like I'm ready
to find who I can be

well, we were just
words that told
a story of 
life and what we lost
what you lost 
when it all got old

I find myself
wondering how I got here
hating, resenting
the thing that molded 
my very self

and you're a god,
a model of
perfect humanity
a shadow in the light
of flawed beings

you find yourself
wondering how I got here
asking if I cared
about everything I did before
like its on your tab
of who you are

the end of a golden age
a time we remember
a cold afternoon
in a rainy september

after years we find
the drinks in our cups
are filled with mud
and yet still my tears
don't stop their flood

your heavenly body
does not take wound
when the sound of doubt
begins going around

but I
have lost my faith
in the place I used to love