happy anniversary, sadness

forever is not a very long word,
but when shit lasts forever that’s too long man, shit’s absurd.
i had a dream when I was young that I’d wake up back home
but my home is long gone, where the wild things roam...
it’s where the wild things roamed, used to, long ago,
until politicking came around some time ago;
it took mothers from daughters, sons from their dads,
while USA and other nations jogged from fad to fad
we were playing baseball and soccer out on the grass,
hoping that this happiness would last and last,
but it didn’t....
i woke up on august 30th 95,
feeling like someone pulled my heart out thru my side,
it smelled new, it smelled nothing like home...
i guess this is where the wild things roam.