here again after all these years
Dead, grown, lost and old are all my peers
behind me is my gravestone, my name carved and screaming
I stand infront of the swing and carousel... and all these
ghosts around
the nightingale calls for me from the house
as I enter there laughs the corpse of "the big fat lady" we
all loved and feared
I go play
with the toy and sand
building castles in nostaligic manner
I go play with the ground and shovel