A poem about how the world changes and how it's a hell of a lot more
complicated now than it was before. It's not nice a simple and kind
anymore. And I wish for that other life that was good.

My Other Life

Sometimes I lie awake at night
Remembering my other life.

When lilies last in gardens bloomed
And spring came with the robins' song,
And molehills were from mountains made
So long ago-but not so long.

Sometimes I lie awake at night
Remembering my other life.

That world, I see, in faerie tales
Of half truths and dogmatic lies
Where lampposts into peach trees grow
And frozen hearts, made no one cry.

Sometimes I lie awake at night
Remembering my other life

A life of knights and chivalry
Where heroes worshiped right and wrong
With maidens saved from dragons' snare
So long ago-but not so long

And when I lie awake at night
I wish for just my other life.