Anthem for the Day

Between apathy and occasional pain in the aorta, I rediscovered the song composed by Yan Yuzon of the Mongols, It’s over. Oh well, what can I say. If I will ever write a song or a poem, this would be IT.

IT’S OVER

Felt like fate but a little late
To chase a dream you can’t create
Sure we could’ve made it to the end
But this I say in my defense

Guess time to go is time to grow
And time to challenge what you know
I’m not constrained by the constraints
That trap you in your fucking game

And I still hear him calling out my name
But those days are gone and time has flown
We’ll never ever be the same

You had your tears for all your fears
I had to take the wheel and steer
This was all I had and it was getting faked
No time to learn from your mistakes

So we packed our bags and let you drive
Was I gonna wait till I survived?
With all the hazards up ahead
What could I have done instead?

Calling
Calling out
Calling
Calling me down

So hold my hand
We’ll take a bow
The world can do without us now
When the curtain’s open for another show
You could give a call but
But I’ll just say – Hey
I’ll just say – Hey, It’s over.