The Lost Years
# 19 - Poetry of Song Series
CLICK the link to play the song! https://suno.com/s/wcv58EtLqLJ7TUtZ The Lost Years David Angel [ Verse 1] This year, last year, next year - lost A decade of regret and cost A book about the schizoid mind How did I get in such a bind? Hiding in the library Standing, reading in the stacks Skimmed through the abnormal books Snuck a peek, with dread I looked Something terrible must’ve happened As an infant, as a child Too young for such pointless pain In my world it always rained [Chorus] Cocooned in my chrysalis Trapped, life less than meaningless Cocooned in my chrysalis No one but me heard it hiss A mystery, the snake of this Fathom what was wrong with me Cocooned in my chrysalis Trapped inside my own disease [Verse 2] Circular anxiety Wake up, worry for an hour Criticism, harsh and dour Trapped inside a spiral tower A book called “The Divided Mind” Incompetent, and warped by time Pretended to be fine, a lie Worry, worry, obsess, worry Logic, no impediment Seize on something, anything Victim of a primal scream My own thoughts would circle me [Chorus] Cocooned in my chrysalis Trapped, lifeless and meaningless Cocooned in my chrysalis No one but me heard it hiss A mystery, the snake of this Fathom what was wrong with me Cocooned in my chrysalis Trapped inside my own disease [Verse 3] Other kids were socializing Competent, so light and free Bound and gagged by my dark thoughts Worrying obsessively I wanted out so desperately Could not will my mind to clear Could only see straight when I “sky-ed” So skiing became the thing for me Off the slope, reality Where birds and bees were mocking me Got so far behind socially Added that to my long list of worries! [Bridge] Two leap years plus before the chance To try to make up for lost time Was it some type of penance paid? Slave of duty, worry maid? Don’t know why the worry lifted No idea why it came I had a happy childhood But my Act Two was less than good A prison sentence of the mind Somehow must have served my time Pirate of Penzance in time Life basically a slanted rhyme [Final Chorus] Broke out of my chrysalis Was my lost decade meaningless? Broke out of my chrysalis Would rather die than revisit it A mystery, the snake of it No one else could feel the fit Broke out of my chrysalis Still I hear it hiss a bit Copyright 2026, David Angel, All Rights Reserved The Poetry of Song Series # 1 Flurry of Gratitude - Our Circle Grows # 2 Down for the Count # 3 NecroBarbie (two versions & original sheet music) # 4 Resolve of Steel # 5 Two-bit Meal # 6 Way Outside (two versions) # 7 Haunted (Gatling Static) (two versions) # 8 Second Comin' # 9 Shootin' Crap #10 Spring Hitcher #11 Narcissa Jugulator #12 The Isis Trilogy #13 Smoked Salmon Burger #14 Ballad of Bugs & Kisses Elegy #15 Thundersnow Sugaring #16 The Water Glider # 17 Weather by Droplet # 18 Therapy Dog Hymn # 19 The Lost Years # 20 After You Left
Are we having a bad day today? I asked this because this is the second poem. That was somewhat sad and scary. At least, that was my interpretation.