Toy Town
It is just a toy town
Where I come from
Nothing special
A miniature version of reality
Sitting, breathless, awaiting the life
That comes from memory
To shrink me back down
To the foundations
It’s just a toy town
And toys never change
We were little kids
And the park swings launched higher, higher
Refusing to hit the ground
Caught in the stillness of time
A reality captured and preserved
And the worn out streets were crystallised
With the kind of silence that refuses to listen
In the peaceful sobriety of an English town
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Broken
Broken,
I run
Run from your childhood
Run from your friends
The family that always loved you?
Run from them.
Run until nothing is real
Except the world you created in your head
To distract yourself
From Running
Run until your feet burn in those ridiculous shoes you were forced to wear
Because your mother loved you
And wanted to save your feet
Get out,
Out while you can
From this world, from your head
From the child caught in the motion
He’s trapped in the moment that you can’t change
You run until you look back
And then all that you can see is a pair of worn out shoes.
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