We scream and swoop
Down the stairs of
The parking garage.
It's winter out,
Chilly yet warm,
Altogether great.
I remember
The monkey-hops
We made, excited
By the prospect of
Fun.
I recollect
The dino-growls
We spoke in, enthralled
By the feeling of
Friends.
We are
Friends.
The arctic air
Goose-prickled my
Face, my legs, my
Mind and my soul.
Things were different, then,
Demons hid in the
White and pearly dust.
We wanted a race
But got a contest
Instead:
"How cold could you be?"
The snow was tumbling
While we were rumbling
With imagination restrained.
Let children be children
And always be children,
As adult comes so fast;
Too fast,
too fast,
You were gone too fast.
Mar 18, 2010
Mar 18, 2010 at 9:49 PM UTC
We scream and swoop
Down the stairs of
The parking garage.
It's winter out,
Chilly yet warm,
Altogether great.
I remember
The monkey-hops
We made, excited
By the prospect of
Fun.
I recollect
The dino-growls
We spoke in, enthralled
By the feeling of
Friends.
We are
Friends.
The arctic air
Goose-prickled my
Face, my legs, my
Mind and my soul.
Things were different, then,
Demons hid in the
White and pearly dust.
We wanted a race
But got a contest
Instead:
"How cold could you be?"
The snow was tumbling
While we were rumbling
With imagination restrained.
Let children be children
And always be children,
As adult comes so fast;
Too fast,
too fast,
You were gone too fast.
I really, really hate you so much.
