Numbers

Eight dreams I call my own

Dreams of ashes, dreams of dust

One dream wrapped deep in lust

But I wear them all proud like a crown

Seven sins, I've commited 

Searched for other in vain

Skipped penance with disdain

But no light bolt ever struck me down 

Six hearts I've broken

Ripped them apart without regret

The six sweetest girls I ever met

Watched them drown and waved goodbye

Five myths of childhood past

Santa Claus and eternal love

Goodness of the good lord above

The silly white truth and the sinister lie

Four paths I've walked till I realized

They wound up at the same old place

The same old I, just a wiser face

New rhymes, new meter but the same old thought

Three people though I've surely been

This one lost child, lonely and dark

This self assured youth, with just a bark

And this man who could but who decides to not

Two women I loved in times gone by

Gave them all I had, sweet and sour

A soul, a heart and a purple flower

The delicate dew drops and the harsh winter rain

One more chance to live it all well 

And I'd choose one dream, one love, one path to take

They'd be no myths, no sins and no hearts would break

Alas, clocks tick only forward and knowledge costs pain