I Thought It Was For Free

I thought it was for free Oh how I thought, how could I think so wrong? I reached out my hand to take it; but the pain, racked me to my core I dreamt of many things; beautiful things Lying in the road; Lying by the wayside I thought I saw people milling, taking, talking but there was only me Grabbing, grabbing at such beautiful things I thought they were all for free; I cried out in anguish: Why? Why? And waking in a panic, in a sweat In my dark, dank room I cried in anguish, In a sorrow of such an inconsolable fathom As I reached to turn on the light In the middle of the day.