Sometimes we went before we had been,
seen pictures of Kings when there was a Queen and rose up tall prior to our fall,wished deep in the well and fell,ran like the clappers that clanged in the bell that told us school's over and then ran pell mell into the daylight that sought out the nights shade.
Mind games we played and in my mind they stayed.
And now
it all seems so strange as if everything's just out of earshot or range and nothing remains of the spry lads we were,
just memories,
they're what we keep when we curl up in foetal and sleep like the babes that we are.