Golden Fleece - Spring

I used to search with my eyes and mind

Searching for a different kind

Of reason that would always be

Autumn, Spring and Summer to me;

To fill in all my splintered rights

And turn all my wrongs to right;

And change the never changing ways

Of people, who just spend their days

In search of some reality

That only falling eyes can see

And when it seems that all was lost

I turned their heads to Pentecoast

Point them to the Golden Fleece

And all the things, it does release;

Break off all the chains that bind

Free them from their disillusioned minds

The contracts of my youth expire

And drag me through an ageing mire

I stand alone before the chair;

The Council are expected there

The organ-grinder.

In the streets plays

Plays to my funeral suite

The prosecution, just with lies

Tears up all my alibis

The defence alone seems to exist

Upon my life being an ageing risk

And my learned friends I say to you

The point them to the Golden Fleece

And all the things, it does release;

Break off all the chains that bind;

Free them from their disillusioned minds

Between the walls of dark despair

Where Fountains weep and gargoyle’s stare

I claim the right to have my say

In my life’s ever changing way

Time has cost its darkest role

In taking back the years I stole