Tomorrow's the day that the world goes away
And children can all come out and play...

The floor. humbling. conflicting war.
Nice. but sometimes makes my body sore...

These choices running through my mind
Are circles, tangled, intertwined...

Painted on the back of my eyelids
Is a different world than this...

I see a world
Of peace and joy...

Morning arises
When night wakes up...

When will we see
The blood on our hands...

Who do you think you are?
Claiming all your power...

Searching, searching,
Feel around, I feel it there...

You see
I want to write this poem...

So lay me down to sleep tonight
And watch the night glaze over light...

Used to play with the boy just down the street
We'd play all day long, on the concrete...