Beneath these rain soaked trees I lay,
Creating dreams on hardened clay,
Of days that were, but never again,
Of long forgotten times, and loves forgotten pain.

Nobody feels the imperfections I feel,
And nobody dreams the nightmares I dream,
For each day that passes another begins,
With life’s burning candle, no happiness it brings.

As the half light of sunlight slowly creeps to full light,
Breaking through that early morning cry,
Reflecting on the sunflowers hibernating night,
As the metamorphosis caterpillar turns to butterfly.

If destitution be my fate,
Then leave me surrender at nature’s gate,
To explore my memories of wooden toys and wind-up trains,
Of bright sunny days and drenching rains.

So, please just walk away and leave me to my dreams,
Of childhood days of pranks and schemes,
Of jack-stones, beehives, and old pedal cars,
Crayons, spiders, and millions of stars.

To count these stars I’m never alone,
For they are the roof to my new home.
With the moon my light, if more I doubt,
So I’ll rest here and wonder,
What’s this life all about.