1994 Night

    On a cold dark day in 1994
    he called on a girl he knew before
    He was looking for a way to pass an hour or two
    in a more pleasant manner then he usually knew
    
    They talked of love and talked of life
    they spoke of ambition and they spoke of strife
    She told him her tales of her recent past
    they spoke for awhile on how time moved so fast
    
    They planned and schemed for a way in which
    the miles between them could disappear for a stitch
    and in the end, when the hour was late
    they tried not to speak of their certain fate
    
    but instead made plans and ignored the truth
    that they were wasting away the last of their youth
    the plans and dreams that bubbled through their lips
    would disappear as sure as champagne sips
    
    the saddest thing, and they knew it well
    was that it is knowledge of hell that makes it hell
    if they had been stupid, or dizzy, or blind
    they would be contented, serene, and sublime
    
    He said his goodbyes, his taste for lies sated
    and in talking to her, his bad mood had abated
    Now the sorrow he knew was vague and depleted
    for foolish hopes and wild dreams can not be defeated
    
    
    THC - 1994