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What are you waiting for?
Settling his lute upon the stone at last, the Bard smiles
The Jester glances up to the twilight and releases breath
Quietly, the Bard suggests they rest, just for a small while
And the Jester reclines with his hands upon his chest
Is it wrong to chase the Sun, do you think?
Persuing the unattainable and risking everything?
The Bard has no answers to give to his longing friend
Who can know what awaits on the other side of the bend?
As the embers burn down and the clouds roll in
The Bard retunes the lute and sings out in lament
So far away from the world, so easy to succumb
To the feelings of distance that plague every day
And when everything seems to end before it's begun
Perhaps it's wrong to ever try at all, anyway
Surrender hurts so much less than fighting the Fates
Maybe the end of the road is closer than it seems
What if the only truth is that there is no escape?
Would you still scar yourself, giving everything?
Is it wrong to chase the Sun in your dreams?
Persuing the unattainable just to lose everything
The Bard has only more questions for his searching friend
Sometimes embracing the loss is the only way to mend
As the moon winds its way through the unfeeling stars
The Jester seeks within to clean out old scars
While the darkness creeps in on wings of black night
A chill descends upon skin stretched out too tight
Pleasure without pain would be worthless, I think
If all things felt the same, what need to have hope?
The thrill of victory is best savored at the brink
What accomplishment is found at the base of the slope?
But then, when the hill never seems to come to an end
And everytime you pause to breathe, you return to the start
The struggle appears to be meaningless with no way to win
So, why should I keep draining the life from my heart?
Would it not be better to never care at all?
To never have to endure the pain that comes with loss
Seek refuge in the apathy and embracing the fall
Taking comfort in knowing you saved yourself the cost
Is it wrong to chase the Sun, where it rests in the sky?
Unattainable at best with only broken wings to fly
The Bard has no words of comfort to give his aching friend
Perhaps something better waits around the next bend
Tears fall from the clouds, gently insistent
As the demons in dream flood the Jester in torment
The blackest nights are so cold, so wanting for heat
Shelter comes only hard-won after the defeat
Closing down once again, the keep locks up, secure
Prepared to out wait the world, the Sun, to endure
If the universe came to an end in the next breath
Would it care where we were, what we felt, what was done?
Do you think it would laugh at one foolish little boy
With his broken wings and dreams of climbing to the Sun?
The bard rouses the Jester as dawn creeps slowly in
A new day, a new chance to scale the hills of the world
Perhaps a plateau lies just around the next bend
As long as the path remains, perhaps it will unfurl
A night plagued with the haunting demons of dream
The loss of hope cuts deeper than most anything
Perhaps it's time to withdraw, lick wounds that bleed
And in the survival itself claim a victory
The Jester steps out, determined in his countenance
While the Bard strides quietly at his longtime friend's side
Strumming the softest of melodies in his great lament
For the hope in his heart as he watches it die
Was it wrong to chase the Sun, do you think?
Persue the unattainable and fail miserably?
The Bard inside my head wishes he had comfort to give
While the Jester within decides it's better to survive than not live
And while the Sun remains, far above the path
The road marches on, while the Jester follows suit
Perhaps after the night settles in, once again, he'll relax
But the Bard watches his friend accept the horrid truth
The Fates have won with a crushing victory
And as it draws to a close, the Bard and Jester retreat inside me
