Can't see sunshine through the rain
as breath fogs up the glass.
why has life become so plain?
a dream too real to pass?
Mama took my Kodachrome away,
made me think all the world's a cloudy day.
I'd splash in puddles, throw the ball
But instead I work and write trite things:
"Imagine being small
Where have you gone Joe Dimaggio?
Our nation turns its cataracts to you?
Press me while I wither,
stay a fossil from my time;
can't tell whether