Oh, we remember childhood.
We remember dreams.
We remember finding out
that nothing's as it seems.
We remember being forced
to grow up much too fast,
and we remember being told
that truth lies in the past.
Our teachers always told us
to learn our lessons well,
but just what were we learning?
Even now I cannot tell.
They had forgotten how it feels
to be a child, full of dreams.
They've no idea that when they teach,
they tell us freedom's out of reach.
Why would they say such things, you ask?
To wake the dreamers is their task;
their minds are closed, their thoughts unclean
Their dreams are few and far between.
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Written August 13th, 2005
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Yes, dreams ARE few and far between... you haven't written anything recently... are you alright?
Your AP Mum,
Coconut
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well, my nae is lauren. HA beat that bitch. clayyyton i mees you. and yeah jesse and i talk sometimes. he a cool boy, that one.
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whats sunday?
i dont give a shit what you think about me anymore, so its no use maligning me. -
you bastard stalker.
and YOU, you meter matron. what is up with you and... fixed poetry now...
i mean, i wanna be a firetruck when i grow up,
and FUCK i dont think im gonna make it sunday. -
...wow. jesse was right. your stuff is really good. i mean, i can feel the truth in this, if you know what i mean.
i go to school with jesse, in case youre wondering. my nae is eleanor. dunno if hes said anything bout me. probly not.
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