When I was a child — they told me I could,
So I dreamed freely.
Now, two decades later
My reality’s been bleedin’.
Please believe I didn’t mean it;
Though I know I am the only one
who can take
and change this legacy.
Not to say that it’s all about me
that we are all children.
Who wish we too could, DreamFreely.
That we might all feel appreciated.
Socially benevolent, yet sadistic with the remnants
of a popped culture puncture the lungs
of lost son wandering beneath the mountain
droppin’ dynamite around the circumference
shoutin’ somethin’ about trumpets.
Love Life cause the locusts are coming.
Nah, they already came.
They’re here right now.
They’re just a figment of your imagination.
No, I don’t know – but the passion’s a portion
so dip your cup in the ocean.
And with a prayer for the fountain
you’ll never worry about being found.
Guilty or not, see the world turns ’round.
And what will be, will be and still kill we.
But if you and me, and can build a We
able to fill our needs?
What dreams could be?
No, I’m not you – I’m not even me.
If I knew who that was –
Then I’d be free.
Lonely, the one thing I know
is that the dream was all we ever needed.
So sleep my favorite.
Your smile is the only song.
Though your laughter
can make the angels weep.
Thank you for this breath
this mess, this stress,
that keeps overcoming the undertow.
Allowing me to remember the questions
never invested in.