When did you realize things weren't as they were?
How days seem shorter now, and aren't as before?

A part of you screams from the banks of dreams,
Streams of thread to life forgot - upon the brim, they leak.

Piece by piece, you think back when,
To better times - when you were asleep.
When days were longer - and the skies were bluer,
Your words were little, and lies were truer.

A space between then and now,
Follows you like a floorboard creak.
Up the stairs and down the hall -
With every step, they keep,

That all the while childhood was all you really had,
To yourself, because right now,
The world of you, demands.

Shadows of you growing up pursue you through it all,
Giving shape to childhood, dancing on the walls.

You close and lock the door behind you -
And peak through the blinds,
Crack the window to the faintest peep of...