When things were good – 2/28/01

When things are bad
the way they are today
I wish I had a machine
that turned the world green
like the grass where I used to lay
And if I couldn’t go back
there would be no worries
I could buy a pet yak
and escape the winter flurries
When things were good and life was fun
there was everything to look forward to
and no obligations to anyone
Then we grew older,
the Earth felt colder
and rather than a pebble on my back
there was a boulder
The dark curtain is drawn
with which I dry my tears
No longer the King, but a pawn
for the rest of these miserable years


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