Beat Dreams

I wish you came in a chopper
And smoked illegal drugs
Worshipping Kerouac and Ginsberg
Cassidy and Borroughs

I wish you were a Dharma Bum
And wore beaded bracelets
Living in a mini van
With no cares about a tomorrow

I wish you walked around half naked
Because clothes bind you down
Living in your ghetto in Bronx
With your Folsom Prison Blues

I wish you wore your hair in a dreadlock
And travelled with your groupies
Being on the road on your whim
With not a worry about the rent that’s due.

I wish you were a Buddhist
Trying out religions new
Alternative sexuality, Cocaine,
Smoking cigars more than a few.

I wish you could let go
Of the spirits that haunt you
Because you’re better than
Always feeling blue.

I wish you weren’t perfect
An illusion you cling to
Tamer than a circus lion
Breathing to live through.