When the world was young

When the world was young and I was man
all revolved around my will
the planets, far too grand a scale
began to shrink, become a universe of friends
 
What a wild gravitational ride
each of us pulling and circling each other
sex was glorious as our planets collide
love infectuous like the moon in your eyes
 
For better or worse
we were happy
which in our narcissistic pride
was completely justified
 
The world just wanted to take a shit
using us up instead of tp
have we forgotten the horrors of Viet Nam?
as we placed flowers in the ends of guns
 
Preaching peace
getting high
watching our planets collide
when we needed each other and a little love
 
And then it all came crashing down
the world changed and so did we
revolving around avarice and greed
we all wanted that pie
at least a slice to call our own
 
Possessiveness took hold
there was no more free love
our planets became separate galaxies
from 'us' to 'you and me' to 'mine, mine, mine, all mine'
 
I liked it better
being free