Golden Age

Oh I once believed in the simplest of teachings
For the simplest of reasons
I was once a good man I did the work of some god's hands
It was a golden age a golden land
I once was controlled by thoughts that no force of will could hold back
No simple prayer could combat
I once tore a tree from the ground and heard a hundred little sounds
Of the rotten fruit falling down

The sun has set upon the day of eternal youth and its golden age
I no longer live in that cage
Because life tore apart my construct of what was true and what was love
Was below and what was above
I saw a world in motion and let go of those notions
That strangled my emotions
And like a wave turned in the ocean, no word that I have spoken
I've been breathing in that motion

But I see the way