Dave2112
Level of Cherry Feather
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- Apr 17, 2001
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When I was a kid,
Nothing broke that Dad couldn't fix.
Everything we needed appeared somehow and life was good.
When I was a kid,
Everything made sense
From the monsters under the bed to the tons of money I knew I'd make someday. War only happened on TV movies.
When I was a kid,
The air was cleaner, the water colder and the grass greener.
Even mean people were nice sometimes, and we forgave.
When I was a kid,
A Big Wheel could take you anywhere, from the deepest jungles to the far reaches of space. Nothing was impossible. Life was good.
When I was a kid,
Mom and Dad weren't real people, they were just...Mom and Dad. They didn't have real problems. They were there for us.
Now I'm an adult...
Everything breaks that I don't know how to fix. Everything I need costs more than I have and that ton of money never did appear. Nothing really makes sense and war is everywhere, even here. The air has grown darker, the water has to be filtered and the grass ain't gonna fertilize itself. Mean people are just mean and forgiveness grows harder and harder to dole out. I'll probably never see the jungle, and space is something we've decided we can't afford to explore properly. Everything seems impossible to grasp. Mom and Dad have been divorced for a long time, and seeing them as real people has killed the magic.
Today, I think the grass can stay unmowed, the messages on my machine can remain there and I just don't want to grasp the possibility of anything. I think I'll leave the car here, with it's hanging muffler and leaking gasket...
...and take the Big Wheel to work. Life is Good.
Nothing broke that Dad couldn't fix.
Everything we needed appeared somehow and life was good.
When I was a kid,
Everything made sense
From the monsters under the bed to the tons of money I knew I'd make someday. War only happened on TV movies.
When I was a kid,
The air was cleaner, the water colder and the grass greener.
Even mean people were nice sometimes, and we forgave.
When I was a kid,
A Big Wheel could take you anywhere, from the deepest jungles to the far reaches of space. Nothing was impossible. Life was good.
When I was a kid,
Mom and Dad weren't real people, they were just...Mom and Dad. They didn't have real problems. They were there for us.
Now I'm an adult...
Everything breaks that I don't know how to fix. Everything I need costs more than I have and that ton of money never did appear. Nothing really makes sense and war is everywhere, even here. The air has grown darker, the water has to be filtered and the grass ain't gonna fertilize itself. Mean people are just mean and forgiveness grows harder and harder to dole out. I'll probably never see the jungle, and space is something we've decided we can't afford to explore properly. Everything seems impossible to grasp. Mom and Dad have been divorced for a long time, and seeing them as real people has killed the magic.
Today, I think the grass can stay unmowed, the messages on my machine can remain there and I just don't want to grasp the possibility of anything. I think I'll leave the car here, with it's hanging muffler and leaking gasket...
...and take the Big Wheel to work. Life is Good.
