I am the person they warned you about. I was predicted in the pamphlets they handed out in school. The flare gun you never wanted to use, but only when you were desperate. I am the crutch that led you thru the forest once more and that you sold to buy your plane ticket to nowhere. In this amazing time in the country, I am the future monument and the misunderstanding that you see. In an outspoken fashion, no one will figure out the myth i was created from. But listen to the voice you hear in your sleep, and maybe you'll realize that im calling your name so we can live in Strawberry Fields Forever
