Italian meadows

We'll sit in Italian meadows,
drinking local wine with Europe at our feet,
we'll enjoy the heavy sun as it beams,
down upon our faces, draining energy.

and I'll wonder,
right there..will I ever live up to my own dreams,
of being this perfect man in every way?
will I ever learn from mistakes I've made,
mistakes I've watched unfold as meteors crashing,
down on planet Earth, making people scream like it's the apocalypse?

I trace my thoughts back to the days when I felt like a ruined project of some kind of evil creator - wanting to see how bad things can get, and how I looked at other men, having it all, oblivious to those around them. Will I ever have the satisfaction of the calm handed to you by a woman in your arms and the future seems so exiting and brand new, totally different from what I previously would have expected.

I will begin to wonder,
right there in the Italian meadows,
when life as I know will be perfect.