What is life? Something
you read about in a dream
years ago or was it just a
fleeting wisp of glory known
as Camelot.
Pies and skies and drama
too were there when things were
down and I dreamed of the day
when we could say hello
at least once.
And we jumped and pushed
until we were numb or just
a little uncertain about
things to come or things
already gone.
Now we are flying as high as
is possible or maybe the
altitude is getting to us and
we are passing out or even
passing in.
And the songs we sing are a
mere reflection of our life in
general of days gone by and
are here now or at least
it seems to be.
So if you see me walking
down the street, I pray the
Lord my soul to keep and
if I die before I wake at
least I hope to be skyjacked.
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