Love That Song

I love that song and how I used to sing giddily on the way back home
Let me explain what a heart won’t say in public. It’s hard work to be fashioned into a tool. Garish parade with a multitude of language but they lied to us all and we fell into paradox. What can we say of what still remains? It’s expressed through the tides of the ocean or through the mounds of alarming waste. Every depth and emotion of a rock floating round in space
I love that song and how I used to sing giddily on the way back home. But all of it has hit a rut- forgotten