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in tomorrow, lions are waiting

and though, in yesterday, from lions we escaped

and in select memories, maybe lions didn't exist

dreaming of those beautiful plains of the Veldt

still, it won't make it completely unfrightening

when we're left running away from tomorrow

so here's a post card from my latest journey

here's a greeting card for you,

my friend: 

 

"sometimes life's happy

sometimes life's sad

i feel yesterday was magic

and tomorrow is dread

 

memories i've kept 

are better

but the factory to make them 

is up ahead

so i travel into gates of hell

to bring a little heaven back"

 

i recollect a story

i was told more than once when i was young

in short, something about better days 

coming to man - the worst days were gone

 

it was just another santy claus

but one that never quite feigns to come

the truth, suffering comes and goes away

but the human spirit of creating it remains

 

beached kids

will see a girl there

saving star fishes

and one may even help

but others

well, after her work's been found

 

oh, those others

will go ahead of her

a hundred meters

and stomp out the remaining

stranded starfish

as they were found

 

and they'll do so dreaming of stars in the sky

the little sociopaths would love to snuff out

 

i hate the way

i just ruined

that story for you

when there's so little..good

but it hurts us greatly

ignoring the lions

circling

around innocence

 

in tomorrow, lions are waiting

and though, in yesterday, from lions we escaped

and in select memories, maybe lions didn't exist

dreaming of those beautiful plains of the Veldt

still, it won't make it completely unfrightening

when we're left running away from tomorrow

so here's a post card from my latest journey

here's a greeting card for you,

my friend: 

 

"sometimes life's happy

sometimes life's sad

i feel yesterday was magic

and tomorrow is dread

 

memories i've kept 

are better

but the factory to make them 

is up ahead

so i travel into the gates of hell

to bring a little heaven back"

 

there are times,

life is glowing

like fresh embers

in front of the remaining 

Donners

after they were found

 

sometimes,

prayers are snuffed out

like the last flickers

of flames in the deepening

Winter

that kicked in cannibalism

 

and they did so dreaming of beef on the bone

in desperation doing what kings do for fun

 

i hate the way

we feed off 

each other

when there's so little

and i hate the way

we pick the bones of

the hungry

when there's so much

 

in tomorrow, lions are waiting

and though, in yesterday, from lions we escaped

and in select memories, maybe lions didn't exist

dreaming of those beautiful plains of the Veldt

still, it won't make it completely unfrightening

when we're left running away from tomorrow

so here's a post card from my latest journey

here's a greeting card for you,

my friend: 

 

"sometimes life's happy

sometimes life's sad

i feel yesterday was magic

and tomorrow is dread

 

memories i've kept 

are better

but the factory to make them 

is up ahead

so i travel into gates of hell

to bring a little heaven back"

 

i recollect a story

of a magical kindgom - that's the first place they went wrong 

dreaming that monarchy could be a wonderful state

and look up ahead! - she and i and promised lands

 

it was just another factory

and there were good days that i'll carry on 

yet, the truth, a lover's touch comes and goes away

and the human spirit of creating it is the chase

 

i brush away   

her hand as she sifts through

each pocket

looking for my bank account

(spoiler: I don't have one)

and I refuse tribute  

to lazy people

who sit on thrones

because they inherited the midas touch

(spoiled filthy rats)

 

in tomorrow, lions are waiting

and though, in yesterday, from lions we escaped

and in select memories, maybe lions didn't exist

dreaming of those beautiful plains of the Veldt

still, it won't make it completely unfrightening

when we're left running away from tomorrow

so here's a post card from my latest journey

here's a greeting card for you,

my friend: 

 

"sometimes life's happy

sometimes life's sad

i feel yesterday was magic

and tomorrow is dread

 

memories i've kept 

are better

but the factory to make them 

is up ahead

so i travel into gates of hell

to bring a little heaven back"

 

so i'm traveling with bags

half empty, waiting to be filled

not with trinkets to bring back, i'm sorry

that's just gonna collect us dust and work

not with trinkets to bring back, i'm sorry

i'm heading towards the memory factory

searching for something

searching for something

sneaking past the stone lions guarding

searching for something worth the cost