the real unreal

by esteban

didn’t know I’d be here

full of loneliness and fear

where it’s hard to smell the rain

when I was just a boy

I was one, as the hippies say

with God’s great creations

I could smell the rain

and I never felt pain

I was happy and free

would climb trees

talk to squirrels

and I had this clean attraction

to all the little girls

damn, that was living

outside of time

running in the sky

smelling the rain

not knowing I’d ever get here

unable to smell the rain

worrying about bills

and things unreal