Nodding to foot taping music
Smiling as memories trickle in
I wonder at the surprises life throws at us
Music changes from a fast number to a slow one
Still nodding and smiling I gaze up at the sky
Flocks of birds seem to making their way home
I often cycle myself to this quiet corner of the park
With my ever faithful FM Radio and my mothers quilt
Hoping to calm the storm that rages inside
Its a hide out I have shared with none
This corner, this view, this sky, is mine & mine alone
Gods gift to me; to make up for all the rest
Cool breeze from the lake comes in
Dried leaves fall to ground as tree sway to the wind
Beautiful it is, this spinning slow drop to earth
I take a leaf to spread it between the pages of my diary
Saving it as a memory, a good luck charm, a magical wand
Against all the madness that awaits me
Gathering my quilt and radio I cycle my way home
My cut lip and blackened eye doesnt hurt now so much
Cant laugh as yet but a crooked smile does seem to come easy
A lone figure of a boy aged 10 on a cycle
Suddenly got hit by a car, early one evening 10 years back
Its spirit is often said to be sighted in the park
Winds blowing through trees
Trees shedding dried leaves
Dried leaves spinning and spinning to the ground
