Joys Too Often Hollow

Once upon a time In a spinning wheel of rhyme A dream was made and let astray In the void of yesterday Oh, how often times we yearn For a life to soon return Never focused on our treason Of the ripe arriving season Oh, joys too often hollow Too far gone for one to follow The purest form of sorrow Is disdain for all tomorrow Joys too often wrong In the penning of this song Old language laid for one to wait and wallow In joys too often hollow We only let our minds run free In the dust of what they long to be Naked stares of vital shame For there never comes a day The exaggerated truth Of a former fixed in youth With all dog days on the rise In their helpless vacant eyes Oh, joys too often hollow Too far gone for one to follow The purest form of sorrow Is disdain for all tomorrow Joys too often wrong In the penning of this song Old language laid for one to wait and wallow In joys too often hollow