The Park

Turned on the autumn in a cool afternoon
And through the leaves disintegrated
In an unstable state of sympathy
I have this problem where I – I just forget to pay the rent
I have this problem where I want the good times to never end
The park at dusk erupts in sweet human life
And through the air we celebrate the vagrant
Breath and prove the people everywhere
You get the feeling that we – we might explode before we bend
We get these feelings when we want the good times to never end
So I’ve been trying to interrogate the time
Escaping quick, searching its pages
For a statement without an asterisk
I have this problem where I – I just ignite as if a flame
I have this problem where I want to forget all our names
We have this problem where we – we think it might work out somehow
We have this situation where we want the world, and we want it now
You get to this place in your life
Come across all these people who inspire
And the trick is you can’t know who’s leaving
Left behind
Or just arrived