IT'S ALL OVER. THE GOLDEN
AGE IS GONE AND THE GODS
ARE TIRED AND OLD. OLYMPUS
IS DUST AND ZEUS DRIVES A BIG
RIG ACROSS THE COUNTRY AND
SINGS ALONG TO ALL THE SAD
OLD COUNTRY SONGS. THE
GLEAMING FLOORS AND
FIXTURES THAT HELD ALL THE
MEMORIES AND STORIES ARE
RUSTED AND ROTTED.
BUT SOMETIMES I CAN STILL SEE
IT ALL. I CAN HEAR THE SONGS
CLEARLY, FEEL THE
ANTICIPATION AND THE
DISSAPOINTMENT.
I'LL REMEMBER EVERY BEAT OF
THE MUSIC, EVERY TASTE, ALL
OF THE DUSTY CORNERS. I'LL
NEVER FORGET THOSE GOLDEN,
SHINING TIMES.
