There is a darkness that threatens the sky
And no one really ever wants to die
But sometimes in the subterfuge
The rain pours down in a deluge
And water leaves the clouds 
Like you leave your home, are you proud
As people age and they grow grey
But sometimes you do it anyway
And I was twenty two 
And planning a future with you
But New York called
And in the midst of it all
I followed the line 
Now I think about it all the time
And the burn to return
Is with all the lessons that I learned
Locked up in St. Pat’s 
And it was fine and all and they had welcome mats
But it was nothing like the scene 
That opened itself unto my dream
Of freedom to ponder the meaning
Of the thought I’m only dreaming 
My reality
And who I thought I’d be
Falls far short of what I am 
I philosophised but I can
Never drink the water I muse
To know an orange you must use
The taste buds to drink the sigh
And must I always lie
About what scares me the most
And it is not meeting a ghost
It is that I’ll never get to see
The ones who have moved on from me 
Into another realm 
And the overwhelm
Threatens to suffocate
So I go on a couple dates 
Just to measure the spirit 
Into alcohol that can deliver it 
Into the hands of those who know
I meant it when I swore I’d never let you go
In 2001
And now that all these years are done
I wonder where I’ve been 
And if this scene 
Will pass like flickering light
If I’ll be eighty and the night
Will close around my skin
Will I be glad to see you again
Or will I just miss the years gone by
And mourn the passing of all that die
Of body warm and blood that pumps 
Not Diagon Alley’s and 3 AM slumps 
So I take a breath
And live in the moment that is not regret
To bring it back to Now
I open my eyes and it’s okay somehow