Dull Razor

The future of the past floats through my memory
Ambition burned by the flame of truth gives way to the cold wind of regret
Strumming six strings I link chords that form a melody I’ve heard someplace before
Finger picking frustration composing a cover

Years gone youth refrains
Born of a generation sans fathers figuring
Where once the future was a flame
The torch has gone cold

Expected not to care following suit dressed in uniform
Gave them what they wanted only to become them
Killed the heroes we longed to find
Wandering alone in the dark blood on our hands wondering what we’d done

Green to grey like a dull razor
Rusting and lost wondering if it’s too late
It’s well past midday and I’m still searching
Are we to be alone together?