Garden of Cement

These eyes, lies, and dimes enchant.
Silly wonderment.
I'll take being taken for granted
As a compliment.

This world is a fun filled place,
Let's run run run to space.

These day by days have their toll.
Love, life is a grind.
Thank God for Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll,
Shall we leave our minds?

My world is a fun filled place,
Let's run run run to space.

These greens and blues now cower.
A predicament.
Mounds of black tar and red brick is our
Garden of Cement.

Our world is a fun filled place,
Let's run run run to space.
Run run run,
Away to space.