We have arrived in your city
for we heard that the sun sets here
in one of these houses.

Now we scour the streets
with a begging bowl in our hands.
We run from doorway to doorway
begging for our share of sunlight,
in search of our beloved.

Trees stand next to each other
their shadows criss crossing and entwined.
Dogs have dug up holes and lie low
as the sauntering heat of the day slowly withers.
Night creeps in and drives the birds back to their nests.
Breeze slows down the rhythm of the leaves
dancing now to a waning song.
The day now passes into the night.

With two more yet to go,
I was the first one they brought into town.
A face so innocent , its hard to find it in the mirror now.

So let me pop some of those pills,
and get back in the memory lane.
I will tell you of my days past ,
as this room spins out of vision.

I am the child of lost dreams
and every thing else that I can be.
As the colors brighten up now , with a smirk
smeared across his face .
I see the younger me.


Remember the dreamer he once was ,
lets me see through his eyes.
Clouds , birds , trees , my grandfather's stories;
a glimpse of what the world looked like back then .
All those fair games , its hard to understand now,
mine and his history.

I see dreams and hope ,
all the plans they had for me.
For I once was the child of their dreams
and everything else I wanted to be.