10 years past

always color within the lines
fit for the meat grinder
hope lost? find her....
two times again as once before
I stand before this open door
vision, it's hazy
I must just be crazy, but
more often than not, I'm actually lazy
the truth in my life, see it? I don't wanna
would rather waste time with joint smoking iguanas
bushs baked beans, the orange sunshine that screams
red, white and blue it streams
god bless this land of zoned out toddlers
burned out coddlers....
days wasted, children pasted
upon the wall of "adapated child"
good child, quiet child
the neglect seems quite mild, when
in retrospect we smile
and say to ourselves, with a selfish zeal
"I guess we didn't really need to go that extra mile"
after all what is it to feel?