Sense of henry

There they are/ alive, on the move, pretty young,/ still unproven though they love/ restless young zeroes in a haze/ of reckless blind
faith taking their/ own sweet time to write and rhyme/ their ending
Are you happy when we're down/ hey i was gonna ask you that/ just now and yes i am,/ yes, i can dig true meaning from/ your
believing and feel alright
They'll drift and flow/ and take their chances/ all white humming flesh and bone/ in souls they don't own/ how can they not know it
ain't/ good being old with nothing/ left to show/ but they have each other
There might be a goodbye him to her/ when time becomes their leveller...and it will/ ecstatic young searchers who've come/ to love just
what they are/ and what they may become...or whatever/ the magic in chaotic scenes/ in the sun and the music in/ the whine and
stink, the uneven/ sounds of summer/ fabulous bad memories, but there's/ something alright about having these together
Too young lives of sleep, / of violence and love alive/ in astral days soon lost/ in the rush/ if there's a better way/ it's alright...they're
okay
They're not afraid they'll fade away/ another wasted unfortunate end/ another violent sky overhead/ another sundown burning red/ and
it's going down hard...like them