There was this time ago,
When i dreamed of the perfect teenage years,
A car, a perfect boyfriend, a job i loved,
but all this has gone to the dogs,
turned to shit,
the relief brought only by sleep,
and the thought of skateboarding replacing,
those dreams of horseback riding,
the thought of a job,
uncertainty turning to blackness,
all i know now is this,
that dreams are just long stories,
told by a princess in a faraway land,
and just that dreams,
that fly away in a puff of smoke,
leave you listening to heavy metal,
a skateboard by your side,
your life,
just a mere memory,
of the dream.
