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When I was in school

I'd sit and try listening

But outside the window

Sunbeams were glistening

I could not focus

I could not sit still

Fluorescent white light

Weighed down my will

When I was a boy

I sat alone on a milkbox

I fancied my self

A raccoon or a fox

Would like to have it over

Wouldn't we all

Hear echoes in the valley

The sound of Life's call

When we traveled on our roads

Our backs were never broken

We wrote our words by day

By night we had them spoken

What we did not know

What we were not taught

Is that there are always wars

Not worth the battles fought

There are certain secrets

That will not stay in hiding

Some snowtrails that have trees

Are just not meant for riding

Here I am reclining

And here I nod and gaze

And still I sit declining

To enter this elaborate maze

-Tony Brennan

Somewhere in Colorado

April 14, 1997