Ahead by a Century

First thing we’d climb a treeAnd maybe then we’d talkOr sit silentlyAnd listen to our thoughtsWith illusions of somedayCast in a golden lightNo dress rehearsalThis is our life And that’s where the hornet stung meAnd I had a feverish dreamWith revenge and doubtTonight we smoke them out You are ahead by a centuryYou are aheadContinue reading “Ahead by a Century”