Hopscotch -E

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, thinking: 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.