The Young Ones

Yes –I have been in a very dark space the past year, and sleep escapes me most nights. Strange thoughts wander through the caverns of my mind.  The winds of change is hard to accept. My soul is so very heavy-I just want to escape from it. Just yesterday I was sitting behind those oak desks-writing with a fountain pen. Today life is filled with disillusionment and false promises-the shine is tarnished. 

Nothing is true what was promised. The world was filled with magic, hope and desire way back then. We would conquer the world-we would be different, we would be special, we would live forever, we would never grow old. I always believed that life would always be fun, a journey to be discovered, a mystery to unravel.  No obstacle, nor any challenge would impede the success that seemed to be within grasp. Fear and despair would never touch me. Pain nor heartache would never be in my vernacular-only the radiance of love. "Invincible" was the motto on my standard. Now that very standard lies among the ashes of my broken dreams.

Oh, how wrong I was. Remember the song of Cliff Richard: The young Ones-the lyrics buzzes around in my head on a loop. At the time when it was a hit, I distinctly remember thinking about the words-with my barely teenage brain, that time seemed so far away-in essence an impossible reality-I distinctly said to myself : “Never”.

And I sadly have to confess that I have far outrun the time of the words. “Never” has arrived full force-with unimaginable reality. "Never" shall we be  called the young ones again. 

And now what? Like the British shows title-I seem to be: " Waiting for God". Maybe? -Though He seems to have left the building....


The young ones,
Darling we're the young ones,
And young ones shouldn't be afraid.
To live, love
While the flame is strong,
For we won't be the young ones very long.
Tomorrow,
Why wait till tomorrow,
Tomorrow sometimes never comes.
Love, me,
There's a song to be sung
And the best time is to sing while we're young.
Once in every lifetime
Comes a love like this.
I need you and you need me.
Oh my darling can't you see.
Young dreams
Should be dreamed together,
Young hearts shouldn't be afraid.
And some day when the years have flown
Darling, this will teach the young ones of our own.
The young ones
Darling, we're the young ones
The young ones
Darling, we're the young ones.