Thursday, July 15, 2010

There will always be a Park


I used to believe in flying dragons and dancing bears

Before responsibility and jobs and bills and affairs

I remember sliding across the tile in my little bare feet

Back when I didn't know things
Like
That "homeless"
Means
You actually Sleep on the street

There were cookouts and family reunions and trips out of town

When all a map did was slow me down

Cause when the car was in motion
I'd hide under the back seat

In a world surreal
Feeling everything and judging nothing

But that all happened before the news came on
Before I opened a history book
Before a girl broke my heart
Before I knew what it really was to be a part
Of this world

Things are broken here
and momma can't always fix them

It gets lonely here
And we don't always have someone

People die here

And I don't mean to be dark
So
When we go to the park

Next time we go to the park
If we go to the park
Later
If we go to the park...

Let's go to the park!
And when we go
To the park
Let's
Go

Let's remember to dance and sing and spin
And run and jump and play

Cuz at the end of the day
We are all just kids
Looking for somewhere to...


We are better people as children
Worse children as people

But there's always a park
There will always be a park

1 comment:

  1. This poem is great, D.
    Brought back a lot of childhood memories.
    Oh, to be a kid again :)

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