The lone book in the corner,
dust covered, untouched.
The toys left on the floor
Fake plastic with cracks upon their faces

Times go, leaves change
But it always stays the same
The lone book
The plastic toys.

The only things that change are the colors
Baby blue turns bright red
White turns to grey,
Then fades to black

The toy boat never really used to float,
It just gave the impression it did.
The plastic superhero never saved lives,
It just wanted you to think so.

The cars never had any battery
They were never going anywhere in the first place.
The games were always just one player
You never really had anyone else.

Times go, leaves change
You never knew,
but found out it’s been the same,
The lone book
The plastic toys.