living as a child was futile
long as he was introducing the elements of
all grown-up corruption
and soon he paid the price for betraying
his long, lost Rosebud
they did everything his way, there was no wrong
or right
just a single vision
the bandwagon filled up, it seemed the thing to do
what began as self-assured turned simply into selfish
identities were lost as the man-child tried to compromise
forgetting about Rosebud
living as a child was futile
long as he was introducing the elements of all grown-up corruption
and soon he paid the price for betraying
his long, lost Rosebud
and marriage didn't seem to be the way
there was nothing he could do to make them stay
so lonely, old and dying, he spent all his hours crying
in the Pleasuredome that he called his home