Deck railing with marks
From arms long laid on them
Sun spots flowed over skin
Visions of past lives in the field across
Where we once ran
Nostalgia is truly poison
So young yet trapped
inprisoned so deep
In a mind I carry
The weight of the moon
stars and earth alike
How I wish to break free
To be separate from it all
But when soul turns flesh
I stay for a while longer
Hoping to view my prison
From a third person point of view