remember?
we used to run with our
bare feet in the rain soaked
field of grass
there
the sunrise in our hometown
there
the cable wire birds in between tall wooden poles
there
send me back as i
close these eyes real hard
there
send me back as i
don't seem to fit here
there
send me back there
where wooden
cart wheels used to rule
us with ice cream
here
the city smoke is filled with
sad tunes and when i hear
the familiar ones
i hold back a little to see
if it still recognizes me
today
it's hard to loosen up
if you're not so sure
if you still could afford to do so,
to lay around some more
when you are required to stand,
to run when you are expected to
walk,
to have another memory to keep when your brain's filled with work,
to hear the sound of turning pages
when you are too tired from
the nine to the fives to read
now
remember?
whenever we were up to something,
it happens
but
today, nothing happens
and still,
nothing happens  .