Summer, Highland Falls

They say that these are not the best of times
But they’re the only times I’ve ever known
And I believe there is a time for meditation
In cathedrals of our own

Now I have seen that sad surrender in my mother’s eyes
I can only stand apart and sympathize
For we are always what our situations hand us
Its either sadness or euphoria

So we’ll argue and we’ll compromise
And realize that nothing’s ever changed
For all our mutual experience
Our separate conclusions are the same

Now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity
A reason coexists with our insanity
Though we choose between reality and madness
Its either sadness or euphoria

How thoughtlessly we dissipate our energies
Perhaps we’ll help fulfill each other’s fantasies
And as we stand upon the ledges of our lives with our respective similarities
Its either sadness or euphoria