As I approach the time of receiving my Old Age Pension.. I find myself becoming more and more nostalgic and wistful for times .. that seemed.. less materialistic, less stressful and with a different atmosphere.. was it just a state of mind? Possibly.
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Looking For Eden.
Way back then we were looking for Eden, a Shangrila, a life full of freedom.
I remember, there was something in the air.
Was it youth? A sweet kind of reverie,
With passing time, just a fading memory,
To understand, you would have had to have been there.
What did we find? Was it there?
A state of mind, something rare.
A hope defined, a dream that we could share.
What did we lose? We weren't so strong.
What did we choose? We got it wrong.
There's no excuse, they fooled us all along.
Now I wonder, how it all got changed.
How we all lost our way.
Now I look at how it all got rearranged,
How we ended up, where we are today.
Solo
Way back then, a new way beguiled those, a different path, a direction we chose.
Driven by an alternative kind of desire.
We were looking for a new solution,
We believed in the revolution.
We were putting fuel on a different fire.
What did we find? Was it there?
A state of mind, something rare.
A hope defined, a dream that we could share.
What did we lose? We weren't so strong.
What did we choose? We got it wrong.
There's no excuse, they fooled us all along.