cloudy with a chance

Alan Walker · Alan Walker – Faded

We live
On sloped gravel,
E’er-slipping
O’er tremulous ground;
The past’s gavel is loud,
Yes,
Though not as deafening
As the unraveling of our youth,
Nor as redefining
As the heartbreaking
Unlevelling
And unrest
Of our dreams quake-deferred,
The un-revelling
Of who we once-dancing-were,
That maturity-making spur
Underfoot our future—
Our lone and unforecasted
Achilles heel.
Yet we sprinted spiritedly—
I still do, almost suicidedly.
If we must, decrepitly,
Crawl to fly with me, love,
To the now-tattered shrouds
Of streaking tear, forgotten fear,
And finest meal,
My courageously bent-winged dear:
Let’s let them hear
Our dangerously clear chorus—
Thunderously—
‘Til we’re all but disappeared
‘Yond their grey
And cynical clouds.