I wish that I might live and breath as I did once upon a time.

And not have to worry or be troubled about the times.

Just wondering what I'll be, not hurting for what I've become,

and sensing shiny things, galaxies to overcome.


Through time and space I fly now

much harried and in need,

of haste, waste, and my own place

and cultivating greed


For the old stand-by dreams I used to know

have left, they've gone away.

And in traveling through the universe

I've found I've gone astray.


But I've not given up all hope

that the tale can turn around.

For maybe in the future,

a new way shall be found