beanbag toys
just like, many other boys
looking back
to far off days
six weeks of holiday,
lost in a summer haze

i looked at them
with hair held high
i thought about the past
and then i let out a sigh
if only i had been wiser
if only i had tried

can you see the sky?
why does it turn and pry
hold it up,
to the light
let this feeling
hold me tight

the nastiness
and the venom in the words
revealed the child
rejected and hurt
never grown up

i should have explained,
but i always hoped,
that we would reach a conclusion
that would allow us to cope

if you do not take information in
if you do not respond
then relationships never grow
that is the water
that is what you need to know

you are not as clever as me
and i am not that smart
i am flat pack furniture
with a faulty part