Imagine the Madman

running away
from the land of
lost boys
to the land of
lost men

it’s all made up
Earth is flat
or maybe
it’s shaped
like a doughnut

I remember
forever young
not a care
in the world
watching the skies
never say never

imagine the madman
that knows it all
locked in a padded room
summer breeze
an old memory

so many forgotten songs
in old age
in the black hole
of time
owl fingers
from so many keys
pressed and turned
get out of this

wearing shades
at night
running from the
that is me
trying to kill
my youth


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