Thoughts in Transit

When I was invented back in 1987

I had dreams and things I wanted to be

I prayed cause I was ignorant

I did not expect the world to look so different

From eyes of twenty one compared to ten



We all grow up and forget

The dreams we had when we were kids

But I don't think we really forget

We just realize that life is a disappointment

You cannot be whatever you want

Love isn't real and Christmas is not magical

Like it used to be



Everyone is a machine

Everyone is a machine

Work, eat, sleep, repeat

I can write whatever I please