Clone

I love that fleeting flash of childhood
Boundless, mysterious joy
It makes me feel human again
Not dreading every new situation, thinking
God I hope I make it though this somehow
It makes me smile again
Rekindle the humor I thought I'd lost for good
It's a shame we can't build a slow trickle
Of this magic elixir into our bodies
Unlike heroin, it's not uselessly euphoric
Unlike mushrooms, it doesn't change reality
Unlike alcohol, you don't feel sick afterward, just happy
And in control you can have every sense of wellbeing
You could ever want without losing your way
It is as if you can recapture that sunny,
Saturday morning, when you cannot wait
To rise from bed and pile your clothes on
For a field of lilacs and an old wooden bridge
Awaiting with inspired games
Not to mention the hazy blue hills that
Loom beyond the timber forests
Clouds playing shapes above just to tease you
That gentle, mothering air caresses
And there is no dinner bell in your future
No disappointment in your past
All that you feel is right here and now
Hours of exhilaration without bound
And time is direct without analysis
The authentic life, the dream of modern
Man, so studied in art museums and coffeehouses
Available for free to they who never seek it.