sad
My rules of engagement are fabricated. Are all fairy tales something to be desired? Reality hurts a lot more. I wanna go back to simpler times, when there was a closet monster and I thought my neighbor was the incredible hulk, so I was always trying to make him angry. Is the man in the moon still following me? I remember wanting to find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow and having dreams of buying a go cart. We relive our childhood dreams through our children. Can we be reborn? Only time will tell. I'll keep wishing.
