the older I get
it's as if the whole world around me turns to plastic
dripping chemicals into the water
that keeps me alive
i scream and cry
yet the only one to hear me is myself
a billion souls and I'm still alone
if only I made better company

A sad and lonely man
climbs down from his steeple
I found him in the antique store
amongst the millions of others like him
yet he stood out
a sad and lonely soul
confused of humanity
he ran from it all

he writes of change and lonely cities
i think I'll smoke
and wonder how he would've felt
if someone came to save him
then again
not everyone's desire is to be saved

I should be finishing my obligations
But instead I will dream
I will dream of sunshine
and flowers in spring
of water
spitting and raging from the rocks
I think I will dream
of how it feels to plummet
beneath the waters surface
Or how it feels to lay in a field of flowers
Or how the crickets sound when the moon is out
I think I'll dream of a better tomorrow
Where we don't have to dream anymore