It made me sad to think it was dead
I have cluttered space that needs to be erased
Outbuildings overflowing with youthful dreams
They make good mouse homes that"s for sure
But those dreams withered away like a neglected house plant
Wisdom brought by the shock of reality
Dreams so big and complex
Better start collecting now so I can materialize my timeless thoughts later
And lets build outbuildings to keep them from the harmful hands of nature
And fill them so that my cup seem to have flowith over
And talk of my future accomplishments waiting to find the time to exist
Hopefully my old self doesn't convinse my new self to keep any of this stuff while my time of life is at hand
When the job is done you will see me in the desert riding on a horse with no name
And when the sand has turned to sea, there it is I will be
In another fleeting moment on the breeze
PEACE!!!