Go dreaming

As life flies by I spread my minds eye
over smokestacks and street cracks.
Within the gloom
where alienated monkeys
work in industrial isolation
invoking irritability
till we come to see
this isn't where we want to be.
Go dreaming my boy!

We headed out in the spring
with a box full of hope for anything.
Hope for peace
and for new beginnings that never end.

We blew through the breeze
and we followed the fireflies
through the fanciful forest.
We climbed through the trees
and got a glimpse of the sunrise
and passed by a tiptoeing tortoise.

We held hands and we had no demands and we just wanted to live off the land.
We rescued a baby beaver
whose mother was somebodys hat.
You carried him everywhere
and snuggled him into bed
while we cuddled and laughed.
And we grew our own garden
and I only occasionally ventured into society to stock up on safety supplies
and fuel for the old Ford we found.
I told our families lies while we wandered about freely.
The sun set sooner each passing day.

-

The leaves all fell down
our garden got flooded and drowned.
It was over.
Twas winter and freezing cold
I sensed you silently scolding me,
this dream had vanished.
The cabin was covered in mold.
One weekend a demon in disguise, rot his soul,
seduced you away.
I said, "fuck it then
take your trip back to hell
in my misery I'll sit here and dwell."

I said, "go on then!"
She said, "okay"

And so leaving behind our dreams and wishes
with the trees and fishes,
taking only our inanity
left our love and sanity
and went out to dream again.
To dream again.