I said it then and I say it now,
this world was never meant for, and is not for me.
I can not fall to the occasion, nor pretend to know how,
while I am here in this life, and succeed to be happy.
This is not a place for dreams,
there is no rest while among the restless wondering.
I do not know what is as it seems,
when these things I do not dream are not my things.

SDPope

Someday I shall dwell
In a townhouse by the square
Surrounded by a picket fence
Which guards yellow daffodils
The color of butter, the scent of cheer.
A strip of the town shall be laid
In cobblestone, each side of the road
Embellished with tall, San Francisco buildings
Each its own, and each a new hue.
In the morning I will wake
The same time as the sun
And amble down the seashore
Discerning every seafull, eyeing every seashell,
I shall smile as the wet sand
Squelches through my toes
And the tide comes in,
For I will be happy.
In the afternoons, I’ll laze about,
Meet a friend for coffee,
I shall linger at the bay where the ferries come in
Smell the salt as it spritzes my skin.
There will be a cheerful man on Mondays
Who pushes a white cart up and down streets
Wielding balloons of every color
For giggly children, hands covered in lollipop residue.
I shall smile at night
When the moon rules the sky
And gleams through my window,
For I will be happy.

Nothing more than a parachute
I am drifting high in the sky
Think I will never come down
‘Till I hit the ground
Strollin’ through life
Surroundings passing me by
Like I am trudging through mud
Don’t have veins, got no blood

I fill my days with pointless clutter,
                                   bits and bobs, and nevertheless,
My head alive with constant flutter,
                                    (marring softly to surpress)
Is still in streaks of wonders utter,
                                     breathing, blinking and even less,
Plighted to a world another,
                                     a starving corner he cannot bless

I've had my share
of *** and drugs
but I'm not like
those other thugs

I'm a big fan
of rock n' roll
but I'd rather kiss you
than smoke a bowl

I spend lots of time
rockin' out
truely  I'd rather
be taking you out

you're such a good girl
I'm such a bad guy
how did such  a bad man
catch such a good eye?

you make me
such a happy guy
lifting me beyond
any other high

This "***-smokin-liberal"
has really lucked out
so excited and happy
so pleased he could shout

I was hoping that what I feared the most
would retreat into the darkest corners...
of my mind,
hide themselves in space and time
so they would never
double cross me.

But even in the blackest hole
their presence haunted me nightly,
and as the tears stained my soul
I kept welcoming the pain
because I wanted you.

Everything should have been fine
but we fell somewhere and,
you forgot to help me up.
Had I the strength, I would have
carried you all the way
but you turned out to be dead weight.

The light of day
couldn't warm my smile,
couldn't break the ice
or break the vice
that squeezed the life from me.

I embraced this pain waiting and wishing
for a better day,
when you would finally say
"I love you," and mean it,
when you would finally stay and mean it.

But all this time, all these days
you slowly, slowly slipped away
because you could never say what you need to say,
to my face.

It was like staring at the sun too long
how you blindsided me,
with the smile on your face
but really you wanted me to go away
you weren't strong and you weren't brave.

To tell me this,
you had to wait
you had to lie
to keep my heart intact
one more time.

And all of this doesn't make a difference,
shouldn't make a difference,
but it does...
now I just regret being in love.

Now I just regret,
all the time that I spent
and the things that I did,
and the energy I took to make it right
when all this time....
Our love just slowly faded into the night.