when i was young i had dreams,
my senses weren't repressed.
emotions now mass produce,
there will be none left soon enough,
stuck held fast like fossiles in amber.
i just want to be a child again,
take this child away. feeling older.
getting older. i've grown too concerned.
sleep we sleep 1/3 of our lives away spoon feed me.
it's going it gone.
chris i remember the wiffle ball bat (incident).