Goodbye Paradigm

I used to think everything was possible
but this is like trying to hold the melting snow
or stop the waves from crashing,
the kids from catching
each others' colds.

I used to know how everything ought to be
but this is like the changing winter trees
or the graying skies,
the loss of light
above our heads.

I guess that this was the wrong time
When I awoke with a pain in my side
I recall I was dreaming (something sweet)
I should have kept closed my eyes

I used to talk like everything was going fine,
so this is my confession, it's been sealed and signed:
it's all those words I never spoke,
all those tears that I just choked
back again;
it's everything I could have broke
if I had the chance to fall
in love again.