Death of Your Childhood

Pinks, greens, purples and browns
Splashes of indigo, contrasting maroon
Reds, oranges and blues popping round
All of this in my dreaming zone

This is the city that I overlook
I create the landscape, I create the world
I create the ceilings and walls
I create the lines whether curved or swirled

The world is mine, my blank canvas
The people the places all under control
Like little toys for the puppet master
All by the boy standing above the patrol

But these moments are a recorded TV show
Only lasting until I let them go

Lime to seaweed, sky turned midnight
Yellows replaced by pitch black
Whites been plagued like a rat to poison
The popping colours have hit the rack

The kingdom above has been stolen
By venom purple and gingerbread brown
Though nightmare is but without the knights
Who will bring their stampede down

Bloodshed falls as memories are lost
And a deep red blood stains the field
The reds turn to orange and brown
As the blacks are now concealed

The world has come back to peace
But the war will never cease

The dream goes on for hours on end
As unreal possibilities are explored
New battles begun, faces remembered
Constructed by every chord

Now as the symbol of age ticks by
Like seconds on a grandfather clock
The dreams go with it, like the
Flaky timber to a tomahawk

Every awakening from your slumber
Every time you forget an event
Try to remember the memories
Under the dreaming circus tent

Wake up from the dream land
From the nostalgic merry band