I’m an old man dancing in the lake

with flowers dying before they bloom

better to break them than to lose them,

cause madness always seems friendly,

until you see what’s inside me.

The moment’s gone before you look

seeing nothing, but a need to grow,

but lovers always start in the soul.

Long ago I related to my elders,

the older I get the more I’m a child,

Puck can’t come  play in the winter.

I’m not black, white, good or evil,

cause every demon was once an angel.

You try too live so that you can love,

I’m going to love so that I can live.

When the sun is made of kryptonite,

a heart that sings strums its scars,

like a child witness their first dawn,

I’m no longer drowning in the lake.