On and on the figure shadows from thought spinning lights.. turning every yearning to dreamed convenient sights.. on the corner of the block where camptown children romp.. statues enter maladies remembering bully stomps..
Wandering in dreams but most times wandering for real.. what is there before greed shared a beauty that won’t yield.. true as blue of sky when bluer times of tender years.. I read of heroes long forgotten.. some clown folk some of tears..
Neath the covers for teen lovers all secret and true.. something innocent a love brought on my path to you.. never thought to sever nor bring clever childish games.. to a world eternal nothing lost non are the same..
Place me with a chipmunk when my wind brings air for good.. face free showing soul and spunk spinning through the wood.. bring me round when life has found a purpose and a way.. you my love forever and my love in faith will stay..
Come a time for leaving we fondly bid adieu.. to the many friends and those blind to me and you.. on a solid path of dirt rich dark to nourish trees.. forest of the many who live free.. do as they please.. cry a story city child.. heal your bloodied knees..