All I am is a little boy,

Trying to find a long lost toy.

A small child who wants to play,

A faceless face that takes away.

The puppetman who seeks to try,

The angry youth who wonders why.

He takes up a pencil and tries to write,

All the while he tries to fight

For that which he does not know,

Infertile dreams he tries to sow.

A blood-shot eye that seeks to see,

The truth that's there inside of me.

The eye that looks both right and left,

And looks at them with dreams of theft.

To become what it is, that he sees,

To float away upon the breeze.

All the while he tries to stay,

In the dream that always fades away.