Peter

I was once a man, in another world
My clothes were made to fit perfectly
Now, however, my years reflect a boy
Albeit merely seen, as flesh deep tends to be
Within my mind lay the halls of a king

To be a boy, yet to have lived many years
Such knowledge based upon seeds once sowed
Each mirror I pass simply reflects perceived youth,
While from my eyes adult tears do still flow

I was once a man, in another world
A place few have been blessed to have seen
Now my clothes seem as rags upon my frame
Nothing compares to where I had once been
The sweetness of there, has soured me to here

How I long, once again, for the halls of a king



-j.g.smith (12/01/08)