Broken wood fills the fences of my backyard
Caging all the dreamers, making life so very hard
Imagination stretches to the sky
I still project the visions, and I know not why

I know not why
I know not why
I still project the visions;
I know not why

Ethereal deja vu elicits gentle tears
Certain people carry the weight of memory for years
I awake to a new day twenty-four hours older
I awake to a new day twenty-four hours colder

I know not why
I know not why
We all get so much colder;
I know not why

La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
We were born to build, born to break
Born to give, born to take
I'm here to dance, here to speak
Here to charm you, here all week
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la

Once again, my eyes turn towards that hated fence
It bothers me with thoughts of my next meal and how I'll pay the rent
I don't owe one man a single debt
But I've got my plans and a future that I haven't started yet

I know not why
I know not why
I haven't started my future yet;
I know not why

© Kurt Riley, 2010.