In my dream I come upon the sight   of cadets digging in the ground   there's scraping and explosions and they're singing   but my dream is not in sound.   Now I'm spinning, passing windows   each compartment full of minnows golden brown.   Underwater, swimming, breathing h2o   the furniture up on the ceiling   walking with my eyes closed      feelin' all Amie and Julie, elementary school-y      Let's pretend we're on the bus that's taking us to camp...      And once we leave our birthing nest   it makes us into something less   then they tell us we can't go home BELIEVE IT!      And to my old friends: I'll stick my hand out.   I don't know why, to pull me out? Or pass a pill?      Baby...Sugar, don't forget   when to hold and when to let go!   Our favorite game.   Some spuds say that that time is anesthetic,   failure only stops the ones that let it.      Following the buds and sprouts,   the ins and outs, too much like me   but then again, not much like me   desire is a disease...   And I'm happy and I'm cursed.   Some inventors need The Burst....   I'm counting down with a smile on my face.   I'm going out with a bang you can trace!   (It's not a dream.)