Grown old in my mind

For jelly beans and riot scenes. In the autumn of the season of hair. When the old folks wondered, what it means. This rock and roll affair. In the happy songs and the joyous screams. Was our futures so entwined. I thought we'd one day live our dreams. I've grown old in my mind. Late at night when the dorm was still. We talked of simply being. Of all the things that new eyes will. Imagine they are seeing. Of life and love till break of dawn Till existence was defined. Where has that dreaming spirit gone? I've grown old in my mind. The music seemed so special then. Like none that came before. We swore to love our fellow men. And never study war. We spoke of Hobbits, rings and elves. The magic of mankind. I wonder if we fooled ourselves. I've grown old in my mind. The world goes on without a pause, The people cry 'just wait' I'd like some time to think because. The hours growing late. Where are the dreams that used to shine? The visions I designed. Who stole the hope that once was mine? I've grown old in my mind. What I would give to once more be. Just talking to my friends. What good is it to once be free? If freedom always ends. I wish to sign a new contract. With freedom underlined. But freedoms fiction, time is fact. I've grown old in my mind. I dream the years, they fall away. I find I can return. I wish you were still here today. I guess I,ll never learn. When I was young, these eyes could see. Today I'm almost blind. My dreams once meant the world to me. I've grown old in my mind. Last night in my sleep I cried. I thought I dreamed of flowers. I was restless and unsatisfied. And lay awake for hours. The years are gone, theres no appeal. And youth is left behind. My dreams are still so very real. I've grown old in my mind.I write this on finding that another Beatle is dead. One isn't the loneliest number. In this case its two...... LET IT BE........... Written December 1st, 2001 © on Dec 16 2002 06:05 AM PST, Patric Patterson    0 • 1