It’s come to this Metaphorically speaking I need it I need the playground to become a calm emerald sea And the Monarchs to become sailboats idling their time away I need them to light upon my finger To be carried away into the delight of my daughters eyes To trust us We want to be entertained We want a memory to exist But they fly away as we approach Yet one stayed So close We touched Raw nerved And then It sailed away We were so disappointed We wanted them to know us To know we understood them So we could join them And dance among the flowers With a past that was shed And become sailboats Floating On calm green sea Just my daughter and me