On Growing Up

Around a rust encrusted, paint chipped, downtrodden
old green barn
run quickly in slow motion,
make daisy chains,
catch fireflies.
Fall fast asleep.
Just close your purely innocent, light hearted, unassuming
heavy eyelids
and
sleep fast through bomb droppings,
dream of sugar plumbs.
Never wake up.

Never wake up.
They'll come for you too, do all that they do
they'll keep score.
The battle grounds are blemished; everything's on fire.
The souls of hundreds of thousands
would be could be should be
children.
You would be could be should be
but now
kill the souls of children,
the battle grounds are blemished; everything's on fire.
Come to just keep score in all you do,
you come for them too.
Wake up.

Awake your rust encrusted, paint chipped, downtrodden
heavy eyelids.
Drop your bombs then sleep fast.

Around a purely innocent, light hearted, unassuming
old green barn
run slower and
look at daisies and
watch the lights.
Never wake up.

Never wake up, you drop
bombs on your own bridges.
Don't let your bridges drop bombs on you.

Let the field carry you on a bed of grass to sleep
and child,
Child,
never Wake up.