I used to have great dreams

of paper filled with words

I always used to see a beauty

In framing days by thirds

Lately the days just seem to blend

I think I'm colorblind

I'd like to touch the red and orange

and then slowly unwind

I'd like to hear the gentle whisper

of an angel slow and tender

or the grinding whir of an ice cube

with some fruit inside the blender

I'd like to travel all across

and under and above

And feel the gentle earth's embrace

and feel my body love

I used to think the world was big

But also think somehow

That I was the start, the mid and the fin

But that's all faded now

I remember brighter days

And darker nights still so

The line so fine which divied up

hopes fears high and low

I've managed really to find a way

in this sinful lustful time

To cleanse my wish and free my heart

of any tempting crime

But still some days when I'm alone

and can not find someone

to hold and hug and touch and love

My mind...plays dirty fun

Isn't that awful how when I try

my hardest not to dance

in taboo lands I can not even

pull my pen from its sexual trance

Am i a product of today

and yesterday's sick offspring

Is it so much to simply ask

for the right to freely sing?

Why must it be ever so

that all scream in warsong?

isn't the world's dream global peace?

or am i just that wrong?

I used to have this light up toy

that buzzed and made a sound

And if I could find it I know I'd play it

when no one was around

I used to have a water gun

but I could not appreciate

how delicate cheap plastic is

It broke when I was eight

I used to have a bouncing ball

which could fly up to the ceiling

I truly thought I'd reached the sky

And now the paint is peeling

I used to have a fantasy

All colors were in neon

And it was real and I could feel

the life of our eon