Childhood in the Sand

Slowly walking across the street
Through the area where I left home
To the park where dreams lived lives
Joe Montana’s spirit caged in a Nerf football
Fairy tales of being king lost in the sandbox of time
Why can’t childhood be once more?
Everything seemed so perfect and shallow
I would hear of a death and go on
Ignorant to that world because it didn’t seem to apply
Blissful were those days of high flying kites
Where my hopes and dreams perched so high
They could break that limit in the sky
Anything seemed possible from my vantage
Secluded between white pickets
And block parties where first love
Turned into a first kiss with the girl down the street
Who always wore sunflower dresses
And a pink tiara because she was the princess of a far off land
That she swore we’d go to some day
But never did
Those were the days that seem so distant
Though now I lie in that very sand
I look down at my and I see
The sand passing right through
A shadowy ghost now because of a bullet
I left this place to somewhere far off
Only to find I had no where to stand
The world was not ready for my sudden arrival
Or maybe it was the other way around
But it doesn’t matter really
All that matters is that I made a wrong turn
As I stepped off the curb
And caught that bullet in my immature heart