Prisoners
Long for escape
And so do adolescents
For freedom
And for choices made
Without such acquiescence
As common living
May require
For family, or teaming —
But there are gleaming
Castles still,
And nothing’s free
Like dreaming
Prisoners
Long for escape
And so do adolescents
For freedom
And for choices made
Without such acquiescence
As common living
May require
For family, or teaming —
But there are gleaming
Castles still,
And nothing’s free
Like dreaming
I had a crush
A crush I had
When I was just a boy –
I wanted to
Impress her, so
I came up with this ploy…
I ordered from
A comic book
A Spider-Man wrist band;
So I could catch her
In my web
And bring her close to hand.
But when I got it
In the mail
It wasn’t quite the thing –
A suction cup,
On one small dart,
Tied to a flimsy string.
But still the picture
In my mind
I just to had to pursue:
‘Cause when I caught her
(And I would!)
She’d love me, this I knew.
So she walked by,
She walked by me,
One day, right after school –
As I stood ready
“Spider-Man”
Not knowing fate is cruel.
I shot my dart
Like Cupid does
But I completely missed.
A hopeless nerd,
A loveless case,
With strings tied to his wrist.
And suddenly
I realized
For everyone to see
A super-hero
I was not
Nor would I ever be
From fantasy
To harsh real world
Are two extreme extremes:
The hobbies of
Teenagers might be
Our most desperate dreams