I stare at the playground
Its been a long time since Ive been here
The hopscotch marks are fading..
..Once upon a time they were clear
but those memories are shading.
Alone in the cold,
please bring back the old days.
For what is good today
was shunned upon yesterday
and night has turned into morning.
time is reforming
I dont like it, so i stare at the white lines on the gray concrete
I throw a rock and start hopping with moving numbers under my feet.