Writing On Stone Tablets

You know that feeling? When you transition from here to there. I mean,

Say you return back to your home from school, university, whatever for a holiday. Or you go somewhere special with people who are special to you FOR that holiday. It's a few days, a couple of weeks, maybe a month or two even. When you get to the end of it, it feels like forever since your holiday started, but only a short time of your holiday actually happened.

Then, it disappears into the past. Like the miles gone by. Like the waves into the shore. Like the sound of birds from the concrete jungle. Like the rush you get from your five seconds of fame.

Thank you for nothing

Cause there's nothing left to lose

Thank you for feeding us years of lies

Thank you for the wars you left us to fight

Thank you for the world you ruined over night
But we'll be fine

Yeah we'll be fine.