Childish.My head is swimming with visionsThat'll never ever come trueThere's nothing quite like daydreamsTo submerse yourself intoI think about my futureand whether I'll change my mindAbout my views on marriage orLeaving childhood behindI think of where I'll live,and rarely what I'll doI dream that I might travelAround the world with youSee now, there's my problemThe "you" in that equationLately I've been faced withA "you"-filled mind invasionI wonder what you're doingHow 'bout if I was there?I dream that you're thinking of meThough you're not, I'm well aware.I imagine what we'd talk aboutand what we'd want to sayI try to think of how you'd moveAnd how, by me, you'd layBut mostly I imagineYou can see my daydreams tooI know that it's impossibleI know that it's not trueBut I still like to imagineWhat it'd be like if you did...Too bad it wouldn't matter'Cause I'm just some stupid kid.I should put these thoughts behind me'Cause this annoyance is my cue
Impatience Craves ImmaturityI'm having trouble waitingTapping my fingers insteadSlowly the hands crawl round and roundAudible ticking inside my headLines paced 'cross my floorOver and over in figurative rutsNo solace to be sought or gained asGrowing discomfort turns 'round in my gutsWhy is it time moves in seconds; so slow?And you'd think, if I'm patient, it'd pass in a breezeImpatience is my strongest vice andTime is such a fucking tease.
Quest.Every pen stroke takes me closerTo a goal I've yet to findThough I don't know what it isA little searching I won't mind.Though my eyes now burn and stingI yearn with curiosity.My hands are cramped beyond repairbut as of now, I just don't care.I write about my love and lifeFinding pieces of me along the wayMaybe if I keep this upI'll be complete somedayI've found some friends among the wordsThe best I'll ever findAnd though I've still a ways to goThe journey I don't mind.The tunes all blur togetherAnd I can't recall the rhymesBut even though I'm not there yetI won't regret these timesAs I try my best to findThose words I left behind.
Flutterby.As a little girl, she spoke to meConfiding all her dreamsI wish I was a butterfly.I laughed and said,You think so now!But wishes often lie.She looked at me with a furrowed browBut mister, theyre so pretty!I smiled and said Youre pretty too,But its the butterflies we should pity.I pulled her up onto my lapAnd there my twisted tale beganOf a butterfly that I once knewShe shared your name, dear Anne.Now, once upon a flower,Our heroine met a guy.At first sight, they fell in love;A moth and a butterfly.But their love was, well, ill-fatedAnd the dust fell from his wingsNow neither human or butterflyCan understand these things.The girl looked up at me,Surely about to cryHe died? she asked, in sob-form.No, dear, he couldnt fly.See, insects lives are shortAnd theyre rather fragile beingsBut Im afraid youre far too young