Beauty of A Luster

And though coming so far to unravel the cluster
The meaning of an age and the beauty of a luster
So far to reach out with these stagnant fingertips
I grasped hold of truth as I seeked out of bliss
Where I could dance with fellow Jupiter so dear
Calling names and reading fairy tales oh so very clear
Serenading him with the soundless lisps escaping
From trembled lips of hope as they were congregating
And though my dearest of friend heard each beckon
Still glistens seemed to only foretell of I reckon
How change was within the hands as I dug tomorrow
Farther into a life where I would bury my sorrow
Obsolete in my tactics and hopeful in whats ahead
I rested my head in certainty that I'd awake to be dead
The scotch and the pills were only another option
But need not taken and I'd surely only be forgotten
Known as the guy who had dreams on a silver platter
But hopeless in finding the things that really mattered
Perhaps it was the doom and the day destiny set me free
Giving the state of mind where misery couldn't flee
And though never lonely I could always break a smile
Able to trod many of roads and stumble many a mile
Carrying along with me the sweetest memory in time
An hourglass stopping with 2 pictures that were mine
Aging away as they've pined for many of the years
Kept safe within the pocket of a man with little fears
My pride and joy, my accomplishments I'll boldly state
Standing before the doorway just a little bit too late
And perhaps then between astrology and my vivid dreams
I could find a life where everything is what it seems
Where hourglasses really do freeze and I'm not at the bottom
No longer drowning in a place where I'm forced to rot and
Where grains and mistakes don't pile before my eyes
Reminding me of days where I had lost my only prize
Reminding me of days where pictures faded from an age
And luster was found in a love that I tried my best to save