Crimson flames tied through my years   Flowing high and mighty trapped   Countless fire 'n flaming roads   Using ideas as my maps   "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I   Proud 'neath heated brow.   Ah, but I was so much older then,   I'm younger than that now.      Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth   "Rip down all hate," I screamed   Lies that life is black and white   Spoke from my skull. I dreamed   Romantic flanks of musketeers   Foundationed deep, somehow.   Ah, but I was so much older then,   I'm younger than that now.      In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand   At the mongrel dogs who teach   Fearing not I'd become my enemy   In the instant that I preach   Sisters fled by confusion boats   Mutiny from stern to bow.   Ah, but I was so much older then,   I'm younger than that now.      My guard stood hard when abstract threats   Too noble to neglect   Deceived me into thinking   I had something to protect   Good and bad, I define these terms   Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.   Ah, but I was so much older then,   I'm younger than that now.