time is like a cage
nobody is acting their age
we are old and young
in so many ways
we live in tomorrows
and yesterdays
friends are just people
that we think we know
although we don’t
lovers are just strangers
to be lonely with
to be happy with
to be angry with
freedom
is a dream
but nobody is dreaming
dreams are memories
of the way that things used to be
of the way that things could be