I come from the era of sex and drugs
And of rock and roll
music festivals, cheesecloth and no shoes
daisy chains and the sweet-smelling haze of weed

I come from money old and new
I come from bitter and sweet
Of loathing and resentment
Must try harder

I come from simple pleasures
Sunsets and raindrops
Walking barefoot on a deserted beach
Of toes wriggled in wet sand

I now come from stories and poems