I want the Eastern skies
over Western deserts,
the road less travelled,
to be an open highway.
Day by day we try to see
how the sun will shine on
in a world meant to shift
as a tainted kaleidoscope.
And I,
I want to believe it's possible
to have infinite impossibilities
in these troubled times.
The New York skyline,
the bright backdrop
to the new drama of our lives.
I want the world
from beneath rose colored glasses again,
like the ones I had back in the day,
when childhood innocence wasn't just
a sweet memory of better days
but those simple times
of perfecting our own personal Neverlands.
