Mended words Entry#4(Forever Tomorrow)

Chasing my innocence, down a long street on two tricycles
Circling back around the block
Before seven to make dinner.

We had hope in this three bedroom house and the bills magically paid
Sleep is somber
Nothing of tomorrow
Interferes with dreams.
All mornings bring sun.

Outside standing surrounded
By the world, familiar faces
I had never seen.
Time lasp in cul de sac
Where we played baseball.
In my mind this was the ninth
Inning, Atlanta braves in the dugout
One day the ninth Inning came

All of us in the streets diseapered
Meals were now eaten alone;
Along with stacks of paper.
Tonight is the worst sleep I’ve had.


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