Give me my pen so I can be dead 10 ft below from lack of wet red An though i lay in my final bed the thoughts i discarded on confetti sacrafices Still create worlds in the void of TV nations I'll help you find your daydreams after all I am only A. Child (as in deft/death defying tricks) your last step is right there I see it hinding under the learned burden Driven back by C.G.I. and T.G.I.F. i remeber when every day was a prisim's instep when your would swing and clutch the clouds So close your windows lock your doors burn your parachute hold my hand and watch me make a sun from the ashes of your childhood.
i really REALLY liked this. especially this part. i get that feeling too, that the experience of life is cheapened by such regular detatchment from "reality". i'm never encouraging my children to watch tv.