When we were 8 we used to play innocently
On the old, abandoned railroad tracks
Through a valley of trees that ran for miles.
Weâ€™d pick up shards of glass and heads of rusted nails;
Without a care, weâ€™d play along our seemingly endless train line.
Its rotted wood and frozen stones will forever lie
With the markings of our child footprints.
Later, our sky would begin its nighttime resting.
Our eveningâ€™s waking would gleam ever bright as we slowed
To stillness in the vast forest among us;
We would slumber gaily as our little heads
Lay beneath a blanket of dimly lit night stars.
Everglow Has Left this place for a while...or for good. Time will tell.
It was a beautiful letdown
I was trying so hard to fit in
Fit in, until I found out...
I don't belong here