The blazing star streaks across the sky
Soft-skin wrapped limbs
Reaching for the light
The clock strikes 12 and time begins
A red ball chewed by the dog who rests
under the age-worn willow tree,
Raggedy Ann forgotten in the dust caked crib.
Shadowed memories of children
But no one's playing now.
Years fly by,
Knees run red, cheeks are wet.
Reaching for your mother's hand
Pulled up by apron strings
Pressures leaving young thoughts
The clock strikes six
Chasing the past, catching the future
Stuck on a never-ending ferris wheel
Scraped hands, filled with gravel
Reaching out and grabbing air
Time slows down,
The clock strikes 12
Young adults lost in plain sight,
Too old to run
Too young to fly.
Now we're all just playing,
But not alone
Flesh hits ground,
But not your own.
Reaching out, hand grabs hand
Reaching up, you help them stand