there they go
there we go
little bits of ourselves
little bits of our lives
on down the hill
towards another place
but they remember
the bigger selves they come from
the souls who love and care for them
we remember,
they, remember,
we see them go on down the hill
they see only our waving hands
we, aware of what this is,
they, feeling it without knowing
just what it is

then they are gone
on down the hill
little bits of ourselves
lost but not forgotten
they are gone
all of them
and we are left
with only
ourselves

as I turn back to the theatre
seeing my shadow across on the wall
it seems so much bigger than myself
I seem so much bigger than myself
and turning back, I am blinded,
by the world so bright for once