Grownups v strange

Coil’d round my finger, Numb,
this tiny golden snake’s begun
To flick his sweet and noxious tongue
Against my thumb, the fading thrum
My heartbeat stutters - Bum, Ba-da-Dum

Like the tiny Prince laments
That he sought sense instead of scents
foolishness too late to prevent
That I had love but I sought sense
(Without love life’s a senseless mess)

Maybe I just can’t grow up
an’ if it kills me so’s my luck
Until then I’m forever stuck
with dreams straight from a Faerie book
an’ hope that babbles like a brook

The universe must be observed
or else it fades (or so I’ve heard)
Without your eyes, your faith, your words
My world too fades to a blur!

One of us must be the dreamer
And the other be the dream
Ne’er before was I so sure
Of which was you and which was me