The Old Man’s Neology

The truth is in the lies we tell

Our own sad sentiment

The dreams of us growing up, grew old

Came alive, came and went.

We want to have a story to tell

Somebody to tell it to

But tales to tell are only worth the price

They pay to hear us sell it too

And then the dreams come crashing down

We’ve been played the fool

Then do we come to know

We were just a ticking time capsule.