wrong foot

So I get lost, I, forever forlorn in a free society that costs too much
Im lost now, which way to walk down the winding washed out walkways
I cant place my good foot forward because I cant see where I am walking and Im afraid to step
what might lurk in leary shadows ready to rape and ream whatever it is you dream of
turn the corner to a whole new world, how can you be sure its always the same
creeping corners catch casual commoners completely carefree
where do you want to be?
can you dream of it?
a mind is a beautiful thing that is too easy to dismiss
a floating fleece sheet under which a wandering mind might find true bliss
I dream in fleece of you and me
wandering mind
wandering eye
wandering hand
wanting
so serene should similies seem
where am I...
a dream with you