Play your games in memory wells,
sandboxes and stories filtering through the light..
playing with shadows on the wall,
befriending Nothing here tonight.
There's a quiet part of darkness
in which you can hear your laughing screams.
Those ones that you barked out at age three,
back when you believed in fairytales and dreams.
Smile pretty for the camera,
they think you're beautiful, don't you know?
Even if time feels fast..
your breathing's ever slow.
Hatred is a strong word,
but words are just sounds we fling into the wind...
sometimes a friendly shadow picks them up
singing songs of places you've never been.
Sunset crashes, shadowy accquaintances all die;
you're left with your lonely thoughts.
A dream is only fluff and stuff...
the end of the day burns far too hot.
Bubbles float away on summer air,
a poem with too many metaphors...
remember the feeling that you could fly?
That one you had on the swings when you were four?
You're never going to ride the ferris wheel,
no, just always going to be a shadow friend.
No thoughts, no mind, no nothing here...
Welcome to the poetic sunset end.
