Greener Grass

Somewhere between increasing size of the uniform Maturity kicked in, and I grew up, mom Molded to be different than the peers I grew among If I were to, meet my child avatar, how I would be viewing him? Changing every new annum, always was a unique kid Sketching maps on living room, waltz with naval fleet Dad wishing for a miniature of the neighbor's son Planned A spaceship to land on lands I never seen Walk up to the random human like, "hey person Why are you aiming your bow at that tree stem? Which has been shot million times from an inch distance" Used to scratch codes while I get my quarter back Running with no goal, a referee in a soccer match Watching television, used to stop for ads To find a cheap way to get to America while I still operate . . . Teleporting through a U tube, a chemical ruin To somewhere, where they don't ask how they just ask 'when'? Where they tell the truth when asked how they are doing Religiously peaceful while the beef's stewing Where love's marketed as branded Not a highway to hell for your hippy grand kid Where college is sweet and candied Not a trainee residence for mid life crisis Where a little bit of alcohol is not youthful devilry Where feminine coconuts aren't censored for some cable tree Where my mondays can't foretell my tuesdays Where my funeral will not be like my forefather's, before new faces I keep warning you, but you are like Eustace Keep the status quo, yeah, my voyage will cost you a huge sum But I will be happy, yes mom, yes, yes I love you like weekends, but I live because of the weekdays