are you coming out to play?
we can go on the slide in the park
we have got to be by five, for tea
before it gets dark
and mum will cook for you and me

talk to me,
tell me why it is like it is
i cannot see
explain it to me

where the sky is always shades of blue
it is no smog infested –
inner city, urban zoo
the children pass through –
with eyes so wide
clutching their bucket and spade

i cannot let you –
keep on believing
in the dream
which is not there

something taken
is something stolen
telling you
something will be broken

so i sat in the rocking chair
reading books and binding my time
still i watched, till i felt a presence
then the presence became clear
the presence was near,
the more i watched

reincarnation thoughts
is meant to be pure fantasy
if it is true, who have we been
are the secrets there
at night when we dream

i run and hide, lying in wait
it is getting hard to survive
tucked in,
i feel like i am going to suffocate
i look in,
and my nightmares, they are on my trail

will i live again
in another time and place
where they build my body
and mould my face