December 17, 2008
All my toys are gone, not in my attic, or my chest
My action figures, they have left me, have betrayed me, more or less.
Power Rangers, racing cars, lego blocks stuck in my head,
Have led me down, into deep water, that I fear I cannot tread.

Each grain of sand is falling slowly, marking each new pass of time
You cannot heal, cannot console me, not with gifts or love sublime.
Whatever happened to my blankie? To my bottle, to my crib?
This life is moving awfully fast, no time to think, no time to live.

What will I do to make you happy, make you proud of what you’ve made?
I’m worried that the mark I leave will be an easy one to fade.
The blessing in disguise is that you’d never walk away,
You wouldn’t leave, would not abandon, would not turn the other way.

Will I make a good impression? Am I a sight or passing glance?
Do you know my name kind stranger? Heard of my feats by any chance?
Take my pencil, my eraser, take my mind, for what I’ve found
Is that we all remain forgotten, buried deep within the ground.

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