rhyme for an old friend who's too cool for school

illusions of what has been drift amongst pages
turned in a box of vestibule phases
dreams dissipate the political concious
energy melts into meteorific conciousness

eyes speak to moments dripping with wonder
ears then awaken to unexpected thunder
a message can tilt towards a life now asunder
placidly drifting upon games where we plundered

and moonstrokes paint images soft upon sky
leaving confusion as we ponder why
and a hand that once caressed upon innocent thigh
leans towards buttons that later deny