If I were To walk the edge of the moon and bark like a loon,
And be angry at the blazing day and shun the night as I lay;
I would feel glory so severe as to shun those that I revere.
Irreverence and fear spun from bullets these thoughts so clear,
Where stark walls in empty halls crowd my mind and make blind.
And chaos of youth caught in cobwebs of candy-coated truth~~
Highlights in my brain to catch the rarity that I strain,
Then I awoke to the normalcy of life as if this stranger spoke...
