Never land of Dreams and Lost reality too close to coming upon the truth of demon boy and his wicked seed dream twice of death to kindergarten and teachers frisbee golf do you remember those days we used to swim afraid of growing old sweet summer tantrums lied about some things along the way of popes and broken things Glass Beams true to myself in halfs floating on murky waters barely above the level of the sea hardly close to the air and life support Happy with myself and noone else move over peanut butter