Of course the two of us                        
                                                        want to get away from here
                                                            ­We were so innocent  Running
                                               ­             Hand in hand To the outskirts of this              
                                               Upside – down  town  Where  were  we  going?
                             ­                            To  the  mansion  we  had  built  with  daddy
                                               High in the sky of the     towering sycamore tree
                                                     But now going back           walking the dirt trail that supposedly
                                            brought us to        dreams             Kicking aside pebbles we pushed
                                                          ­     with        all our           might       to
                                                              ­  to        escape              from        the
                 ­                                                 Monsters        ­        chasing    us
                                          ­                         Seeing                              the
­                                                                 ­      Wimpy                   vines
                                                           ­                That                      were
                                  ­                                            once               chains
                                                          ­                    and       shackles
                                                        ­                      intertwined
                               ­                                              imprisoning
                                                                ­           all of the trunk
                                                           ­               seemed   unreal
                                                          ­               But  I  had  made
                                               ­                         Peace   with   it   all
                                                             ­      When I saw our shanty hut
                                                           Atop the mangled, dwarfed skeleton tree

The funny thing about life
                                              Is how we all have different perceptions and opinions
                                                        ­                                                                 ­                      On the same topics

But ha,
Nowadays we've all got to be nonconformists
Rebellion is tricky thing to master
To go against society is pretty much impossible
When the rest of society goes against itself
So those who rebel against the normal
Are so numerous that rebellion has become normal
conformity so to speak,
Has been lost in the eyes of adolescence
And blinded by the ideas
That being yourself
Is mainstream
But be different
But that's too average
light in the prism of teenage life
Is bent to show illusions and be deceptive
To tell us its accepted to be a unaccepted
Lets head back to the time where preppy cheerleaders and brain-dead football jocks
Ruled the hallways
And il-pubescent  band geeks were shoved into lockers
Like in the movies
Where only real society is existent

The dead trees burned

The tables turned

Scattered ashes blanket the ground

There was no life to be found

To demolition, the forests are bound

The fire had gotten it's sick satisfaction

It burned

And burned

Engulfing everything in its path

Just a wink, fire'd shown it's wrath

My elusive dreams
                           ....Tiptoe, hide         u
                                                         o      n
                                                      r ­            d
Massive  j    g     e                     boulders
                      a    g    d
Hindering me from            a d  v   a    n     c      i      n       g
And doing nothing but  f l i r t i n g  with success
Is the most I can manage
D      n        i
      a       c        n
                                   g        in the S s H h A a D d O o W w S s  of  flying colors
That....
            ........... chase each other
Too  f a s t  for me to catch
And when I do,
Dreams make like minnows
And s
              l       t        e    
                   i        h       r
through my fingers
Just as I thought
I'd caught them

I can't wait to get out of here
To step ouside, smelling cool city air
I need to get away
Suburbia's a place i'd hate to stay
I know this isn't where I belong
So to the trees and sidewalks I say "so long"
I'd rather be in the city bustling
Than watch the evergreen tree rustling
I understand I call this place home
But then why do I feel like I'm so alone?

We're all animals.
                                Man is quite a territorial species
                                Do not go near what I call my own
                                Is our instinctual mentality

                                We attack each other
                                Playing *****
                                Grime and blood on our hands and necks
                  
                                Primal behaviors
                                Must be displayed to live
                                In this jungle

                                Mothers give birth
                                Then abandon their young
                               For  preparation of life

                               But most incredible
                               Is how we always find our way home
                               After being tattered by the beasts in the wild