A child
I walk down that path
Butterflies in may
Beautiful flowers
Fragrance of passion
Imagination runs along side me
I win that race
Crows in December
Circle me
Dread and grief
Dying vegetation
I forget why I’m here
I run only to trip
Forget me nots in July
I am you and you are me and we are we
Hold hands in bliss until the other lets go
Games are fun until you are the fool
Remember me and not my name
I tread in place and end up where I started