back to the town
its victorian limb
stretches out,
and paddles in the estuary

i am the sum of my experience
but it does not add up
your face is a boat race
but i do not like your boat race

making friends and believing
age came quick
it is not long before you wear a mature suit
because the child one no longer fits

enlighten me
step into my room
and turn the lights on
i will give you the map of my life
and you can be in charge of directions

naked and bare
i am under your stare
a sea of twisty willows
blows through my mind
and rests upon softly made pillows

here i am, with you
i am as comfortable as i have ever been
since i was left as a child
to wander like an animal in a dream

sit the children down
read them a story
tell them about our age
tell them there is no glory
society has sold its vanity
and vanity lies with insanity

i don’t want to think about yesterday
i held it so close
and now it has moved away
i cannot reach its body