©1998 Wm. Dickson
Once upon a fairy tale, I was rich and you and me.
We tossed coins down the wishing well,
and out popped sunshine and living well.
Ohh ho am I dreaming?
I could spin yarns of gold into magic worlds unfold.
And you would love me right as rain. So unselfish, no disdain.
The reason, an economic high.
What does it matter. You are you and I am I.
But I’d feel better. More validated tell me why.
Mirror’s looking back at me. I’m so thin and you think you’re fat.
Someone took their life tonight over pressures of living right.
Seems weird, we’re so insecure.
Chorus
Who cares? Look at these teeth. Been here a million years.
Time flows like the tide and I know, I can’t hide.