Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin' high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads

Using ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
Proud 'neath heated brow.

Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.


Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white

Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow.

Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.


In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy

In the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow.

Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.


Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking

I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.

Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.