In the hey daze they believed Love is all you need Offspring of starched Apron generation A leaf out of a book Cruel to be kind Post migration Preceded by a silent - Exclamation -
All we see is HMV Flapper dress hair Glitz and flare Through movies eyes We hypnotize My conflagration Of X, Y's, Z's and I Digital pinnacle to climb Steadily insisting We are living in Unprecented times This is my generation
Seeking inspiration With glowing eyes Yet the sweetest find Is in your smile
Placing one pair Of bird watching Binoculars Inside the cap Of a navy hat The dichotomy Of my life In a cardboard box To move again Another new start This one makes ten
I recall the power Of words And silence Both can make You laugh Or cry Both can be used As weapons Or protection
So I look keenly Through looking glass At feathered friends Deserving our attention
While hiding away To collect Dust and mites Gold braid Felt and thread That hold together Memories Of a time When men were blind
If only I understood That my words Held power Over you I would use it For good To say only I love you If I could