The bird on my back you chased forever,
Why did you scar yourself that way?

[no]

The years I couldn't get back,
Before you were grown, I didn't chase
And I didn't watch close enough to capture,
All your wonder and innocent days
Now you've grown and stand up tall,
Your broader shoulders, no eyes cast down,
It won't be long before you reach the skies abouve
I just hope you know I'm proud.

[mother's day]

All the faithful lining up before me,
I never thought about the aftermath
So you ask me, you say,
"Honey, you're a misfit."
And what happens when I finish the dream?
The ending,
Waking up.

[life is coming closer]

note: the title comes from a poem by marylin monroe

( the poem )

There must be something better,
And fireflies blink as you go on
About all the worlds you dream of,
About our lives some years from now
We don't have too long to live, you know
I think you know too well.

[dealt]