All the bright young things
How they long of joy 2 sing
As they grope thru the blizzard of life’s noise,
Stuck in boxes labeling
What they can be & what they can sing
How they dream of childhood toys…
They feel & feel & feel these things
Never really sure of their meaning
Yet never taking the time 2 know
If it’s this or that, or that or this
What could it be that they have missed?
Just before the prism reveals a rainbow
…They turn 2 go
   Missing the show
   So they never know…

All The Bright Young Things

Jupiter In Velvet