I can no longer remember,
What it is like,
To lick an ice cream cone.
To play in the grass.
Or to run.
To lay in the warm sun-touched grass.
I can no longer remember,
What it is like,
To play out side with my friend.
Not caring what religion we are but to just be together.
Playing outside.
I wonder if I will ever get out of these walls.
Then I no longer have time to think.
For it is time to work.
AS I break up rocks
I think about how,
I can no longer remember,
Anything.
SoI just collapse.
It is my funeral I guess.
