Dreams

There once was a pure boy who wanted to fly,

As once there was a butterfly who wanted to walk among men.

Each, troubled by their dreams did what boys and butterflies do.

Realites uncertain, natures drives the same,

As the acts proceeded, each dreamed of the others place.

The curtain drew,

As boy became a man,

And the butterfly flew away.


Lenny (2001)



You can fly dear purple,,,but lets get your wings straight first...

OK?

We care very much.

Lenny