I remember when I was a boy, way back when,
the world was innocent and blameless,
Playing games with friends down at the park,
way past dark, when we believed,
Demons came, to decorate, all my empty spaces,
Angels played, to take away the feeling of being the only boy alive,
And seasons passed, spring, summer, fall and winter,
Life was strange away from the places I knew, so confused,
with people and things,
I said to my neighbour one night – hey! what’s life all about,
They said drink don’t think, and all remained a mystery,
But why should I live and work and buy just to die, why, why, why,
I was losing my mind,
Demons came, to celebrate, all my little failures,
Angels played, to take away the feeling of being the only boy alive,
And time flowed on, into the fading glow of autumn,
This wicked system of laws and lies and obscenities,
was all too much for my soul to conceive,
I asked of the sages to take me to drink of the river,
show the signs, and make this life worth living,
With opening eyes I saw all the beauty around me,
the swaying trees, the glistening leaves,
Angels came to shine a light on all my darkest places,
I fought the fight, did what’s right, looked inside, tried to find the
memories so mesmerised by all the spells and the sorceries of modern life,
The only boy alive