Alycone,
my, oh, my, there was a time,
i didn’t have to think,
about which path to take,
which choice to make,
for i was just a kid.
i only had to worry,
about which channel was on the telly,
also whether or not my parents would get mad,
that i just wet the durfi.
how is it that when i was younger,
i only dreamt of getting older,
to live alone, to be alone,
to go anywhere and saunter.
it’s too bad that now all i see
is how crooked our world can be,
even through this glass ceiling,
i clearly see things differently.
i hate that those old times are over,
back when i could only wonder
just how far my eye could see and dream
through the wild blue yonder.
Literary: yonder
my, oh, my, there was a time,
i didn’t have to think,
about which path to take,
which choice to make,
for i was just a kid.
i only had to worry,
about which channel was on the telly,
also whether or not my parents would get mad,
that i just wet the durfi.
how is it that when i was younger,
i only dreamt of getting older,
to live alone, to be alone,
to go anywhere and saunter.
it’s too bad that now all i see
is how crooked our world can be,
even through this glass ceiling,
i clearly see things differently.
i hate that those old times are over,
back when i could only wonder
just how far my eye could see and dream
through the wild blue yonder.
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