The days of my early youth were like candy,
the kind that melts in your mouth where the taste lasts forever.
The air was a sweet incense,
the leaves laughed in the wind.
The Water tasted like wine,
the grass turned into a jungle.

Nowadays I puff on twigs,
and watch the grass turn brown.
The sun is a fading light bulb,
I pour dust over dead trees.
Suckers dissolve into ash in my mouth,
Music is honking horns.
I breathe in cotton,
and consume tar.
Time moves fast,
too fast, and too slow.
My teeth are now barbed wire,
and my mouth is stapled shut.