Let me take you back,
Back to the hands of time
When time has robbed us
Of never getting back together
Again, no matter how hard we try.
We fight to not gain back this time
That time has robbed us of
Time is an opportunist waiting
Patiently for us to impatiently implode
Without wanting to grow up
So we can be robbed of the hide and seek moments
Those moments we would skate in the rain
Without worrying about who is watching us
As we parade publicly in our birthday suits
Feeling all heroic in battling
Our little care for shame
Because we are stuck in the little droplets
Of frozen clouds, melting from the skies

(Poems From The Graves)