Time forgot me.
Rolling down a hill of green flowers and red sand.
Earn me a place to belong and I'll work on having a place to stay.
I'll turn the cheek when your arm gets tired of swinging.
And I will take another down retreat to the realm of fuzzy horned beasts named friend
waking to a world of fear and bland-enamored wonder of monsters named man.
Good night sweet phantom of childhood
good night brief flirtation with happiness.
Goodbye strange, heathen world
babbling in the language not fit for poets and dreamers.
Good night sweet moon, we'll miss you over the icey lensed horizon, your soothing silver countours lost in the blinding heat of gaudy gold.
Good night sweet princess of my most heartfealt wishes
good night sweet dreams of success and happiness.
Good night strange, cavernously bewildering labrynth.
A roullette of dreamworlds await.
