Can’t see it vividly like i used to
all i had to do is look out my window
the window i had escaped so many times before
so many places to explore
but all with bad memories and gore
i can see it now
came to me like deja vu
as the rain hit the window
i was having classroom blues
the vines growing down that jungle gym
that playground hymn
went with us from house to house
now it sits up on a hill
waiting for us so still
it might be just wood to you
but to me
i loved it so
childhood memories all covered in snow
lemonade
or a moonlight glow
it was my palace
now the vines and spiders fill up it’s presence
no one dares step a step up on that magnificent playground
maybe one day it will be found
just like me
i can still hear the tree that grew and grew until it hit that lump of wood
my lump of wood
imagination
forever in the air
but i found it farther somewhere
i miss that old playground
but no longer my home
memories flood my head
a tear falls
but the memories still call
my mind flies me somewhere just as those little rusted swings took me to the horizon as the sun glared
glaring me and daring me
to do the impossible
my home is no longer with a past hue
or glue that has always held me to those memories
they will always stay with me
but something bigger has my future
someone bigger
i’ll take his hand
but my little rusty playground will linger
good memories are rare to find
my heart was taken by God
he gave me those memories
they stay with me like a birth mark
these little happy things made me who i am
if i let go
i’ll forget myself.