growing up

What is this land so free
Another night, another dream?
How do I plan for my attack
With mind so weak, an insomniac
I lean in closer--what is that?
A superficial feeling
Drugs; do they ever get old?
In wet alleys and smelly clothes
Where boredom haunts the bedroom shadows
We strain to remember:
Magic on our arm
A bed once warm
Heroes to fight our battles
An adult to hold the ladder
Hyenas and caves filled with laughter
A superficial feeling..
Now what reality can we coax
One with fingers down our throats?
Why is it pain we love to stoke
Only dare to jump when told you won't
I go to hang up the stupid stupid phone
These questions make my toes feel cold