Paradoxically, Wrong Time

we only wanted to be kids not heroes. we wanted to catch ships of clouds at the sky not black seadevils in the drain. we wanted lemons for lemonade not salt for our wounds. but there it came the dramatic change of scenery prohibition of dreams and innocence he iron lung in the birth parlour rabid dogs raiding the cathouse curtains falling over our eyes Mad Hatter suddenly cured & sane Laura Palmer found safe and well pitch-black darkness in the lighthouse silver screen cockatoos on the loose teddy bears in war with smartphones hangmen having a morning espresso moth children scared of Vincent Price giant blood oranges with hematophobia ballerina’s alcoholic husband tin soldier drunk on moonshine from golden sunshine such a wrong time to be a human being paradoxically, we only wanted to be kids at the wrong time