Way Back Again, Part 1
I know I must take the long old road
Where we Skiid on the ice cold
It was the only thing I remembered about seventh grade
Our hearts were getting easier to hold on
Although it was never hard
We visit the area we met
We sneak out to have a cigarette
You put up with my glum-ruled set
Whatever you had said
Will you wash it away
The taste of all the pain
Couldn't ever tell my mom
All the things I’d done
With a girl back then
But I was down and you were around for a while
I told her as I went home that I was too young
But she just said “Relax. Everyone does it by now.
Just hold on, it’s no big deal.”
I saw my own self from beneath the clouds
I was scared
I saw my face wither and die and freeze off my head
I saw the pain I had always tucked away
Tucked deep deep away
Tried to forget until now
But it’s so hard to cry
But you are the master of your own fate
Foreshadowing hate
Why do I always wish for then
When those days were such a waste of time
Wishing to be way back again
It could have been so good
But even the angels tell me I was a fraud
I cried in the night
Wondering who that girl was then
A sweet child I had loved
She told me there were stars
Where the warriors watch
But I can’t even taste my sourness
Walk on, we walk on
But we could have met that day
If only your mother let us go play
But we walk alone
Through the snowy neighborhood park
What, what did you say?
About red tailed Robins who nest in winter
You always were fascinated by such things
But I only liked history that pre dates
I cry in the night
And the angels tell me I’m wrong
I cry in the night
I walk alone through the melting park
Now that her mother shut her in the dark
Now she’s all alone
And there’s nothing I can do about it all
(TO BE CONTINUED...)
Copyright © James Black | Year Posted 2016
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