drive past childhood home
by greenmintleaves
the pink clouds move slow
slow like i was tricked by the years
gleaming over grass i walked
by feet
small in saturday's shoes
sharp patch grass and dirt that stuck to my back
replaced by the warmth of wood chips
familial love reflects off the set up sign
swaying on the lawn
i feel its burn in my eyes
the ice cream man drives by
i guess the best flavor isn't in stock anymore
the sun keeps setting on my dreams to escape
i already woke up from it all