In the Park.
Swinging in the dark, I feel at home at that old familiar park. The sand is in my shoe, kind of like when I was two. Everything seems easier. Pushing my feet back. Never on the right or wrong track. Nothing matters but the sky. The faster I swing, the higher I fly. What am I doing here? I really don't know. Looking for an answer...to a question I can't recall. The street light comes on, the night starts to fall. The street light goes out, like the fire in us all. Where did that passion go? Did it really flee my soul? Or did it transform and I'm too cold to feel it at all? The echoing laughter of children permeates the night. Theirs no one else around...just wistful memories out of sight. Alot of days have come and gone. Some good and some bad, for most I still long. I've always felt older, that with others I don't belong. No sense living in the past many people have said. I whole heartily agree as I reminice in my head. I laugh and I cry, I live and I die. I grow an