Our WikiBrother Caio Papai wrote a column based on the lyrics of Wasted Years by Iron Maiden :
He was hopeless, just floundering in his sea of heavy thoughts, trying to get nowhere.
He was hopeless, just floundering in his sea of heavy thoughts, trying to get nowhere.
Caio Papai
He had been searching for something for days, but in the middle of the sand he couldn't find anything, nothing but grains that slipped through his fingers.
Crossing the seven seas of the Gold Coast, he was distant, distant from everything, distant from himself, almost a stranger facing a mirror, looking at himself, and even in his actions, when he spoke he would put his hand to his face, the words would come out confused from his mouth and for hours he would try to reconcile the old friendships he was losing amidst his aimless words, yet with a lot of explosive charge.
Sometimes he would cry and raise his hands to the sky in a corner of the boat; we pretended not to see. He was hopeless, just sinking in his sea of heavy thoughts, trying to get nowhere. I feared he wouldn't make it. Then you fear he won't make it through another day. He had the words, but not the necessary strength.
When he closed his eyes, perhaps he thought of his home and his family, things he left behind in search of a new value, perhaps rethinking how to invent a new self, a new reason to face his fears and relive the golden years of his past that he believed would never return.
An impossible journey into the past, straight from the present, with no expectation for the future.
An impossible journey into the past, straight from the present, with no expectation for the future.
The cities passed slowly, making his face gleam in the darkness of the room, with saltwater-soaked leaves in his hand, ink stains blurring some of his verses, frustrated attempts to ease his pain. People are usually like that. And when was he in his golden years? How good was it really? This is the melancholy and pain of loss; his heart rested peacefully there, and there it would remain, clinging to the bow of the ship until it rested in peace, for it was a one-way journey, a solitary sailor on an impossible voyage to the past, straight from the present, with no expectation for the future.
He needed to understand that his time was right there in front of him, the future came with the waves of the sea, and that the golden and lost years are like the 24 hours of the day; if you don't use them, you'll lose them, and you only have one chance. He shouldn't look for lost time and should live his new, future golden years. He just needs to take a stand.
From the coast of gold, across the seven seas,
I'm traveling on, far and wide,
But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself,
And all the things I sometimes do, it isn't me but someone else.
I close my eyes, and think of home,
Another city goes by, in the night,
Ain't it funny how it is, you never miss it til it's gone away,
And my heart is lying there and will be til my dying day.
So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years,
Face up, make your stand,
And realize you're living in the golden years.
Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind,
Can't ease this pain, so easily,
When you can't find the words to say, it's hard to make it through another day,
And it makes me want to cry, and throw my hands up to the sky.
So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years,
Face up, make your stand,
And realize you're living in the golden years.
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