Fatal Nostalgia - Fatal Nostalgia

How he so deeply yearns his former days
The past sleeps far from reach, beyond a dead and winding tree
The thought of moving forward hurls him into introspective daze
The skyline upon winter's dusk is iridescent in nostalgic haze
Standing atop mountains buried by snow, he pleads with the moon to be set free
Oh how he so deeply yearns his former days
Ethereal being of humble elegance, by his feelings set ablaze
Clutching Polaroid photographs of his youth, within his heart melancholy is all that shall be
The thought of moving forward coerces him into despondent daze
There is no more sun to shine its evanescent, golden rays
Gloom cloaks the world as far as the eye can see
He so achingly yearns for his former days!
Victim of time, back and forth through existence he sways
Perhaps he can be reunited with his past for a fee
The thought of moving forward beckons him into a curious daze
No longer capable of living this way
He stands atop frozen water until the thin ice cracks, drowning him in the sea
Now he is returning to former days
The thought of moving backward gently submerges him into a silent, breathless daze