Good Times Gone

Good Times Gone
© Surazeus
2026 01 04

When old acquaintance is forgot 
in strange dreams never mine, 
I give away cheap hopes I bought 
to pretend I am fine. 
I walk the signless road of hope 
to find soul mate I love, 
but sliding down the slippery slope 
I fall through fate above. 

For good times gone, my friend, 
we drink apple wine 
to warm our hearts in bitter wind 
by the road sign. 

I search for your face in the moon, 
or in swift river flow, 
then sing with love heart-aching tune 
alone in swirling snow. 
Though we explored lush hills of youth 
to gather juicy fruit 
I play role of messiah sleuth, 
untangling psychic root. 

For good times gone, my friend, 
we drink apple wine 
to gaze far down the curving bend 
past the road sign. 

Because our national world view 
fractures into state lies, 
I go on quest to find the True 
that gleams in human eyes. 
I build new Eden of my heart 
where all may dwell in peace, 
secure in freedom of the chart 
that seals our social lease. 

For good times gone, my friend, 
we drink apple wine 
to claim dream wings that angels rend 
near the road sign. 

Should mad king steal the global crown 
to enslave us with fear, 
we resurrect the noble clown 
to beat the puppeteer. 
We wave high flag of Liberty 
with brave hearts strong in faith, 
then strike down fools of tyranny 
to exorcise the wraith. 

For good times gone, my friend, 
we drink apple wine 
to build new state with polished brand 
through the road sign.