Something should arise
to take the place of
childish things
Something not in
any book I've read
something the postman never brings
plenty of rotten
grown up noise
the bills the minutes
and the meetings
it doesn't measure up to
castles and heroes
and the lesson I guess
youth is fleeting
I used to say
I'd stand with the dream
if the waking was this kind
of dismal jack
but they know just how
to take my knees out
to make me a slave
to the horrible stack
guess I'll go back to dreaming
sneaking in my childish ways
another day another
watching as something
gay departs
something grey just stays
what
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