Time swells on a memory of innocence,
Some irony casting segregation,
As alleys compose tenderness of that toddler to child,

It was frills and thrills and merry drills,
From watery puddles jumping pumping bubbles,

Soaring hearts pranks of tracks, stealing climbing scoundrels tauntings,
Haunted stories, scribble walls, taming naming faulty statements, with a pinch of innocence, bobbing nods am...