| Written: OCT 10, 2003 |
I was once
In another time,
Another place perhaps;
Or could it have been something
That I saw or dreamt?
Or was it that it wasn’t the me
That I know and have come to hate,
But instead the youthful idiot,
Serene in the unknowing.
Could be I’ll find out again,
Someday over the rainbow.
Flights of fancy come easy,
But too full of fiction to be real.
We can trick happiness in the mind,
But the reality has a nasty habit
Of kicking us back to the dismal.
The life we lead,
And the future we cannot abide…
