History,
seen as a future ,
garden of Eve ,
but remembered Adam,
apples and oranges turn the basket around ,
at the sound ..
They say he walked ,he talked,
they say it talked ..
History,
fast forward ,
as a child I laughed ,
now I'm laughing even more,
She didn't really have a chance,
hanging her head,
till the clothe covers,
yeah it's over...
She reaches out to nothing that really cares,
still convinced,
denying the curiosity ,
not meeting those stares,
survival is no luxury,
simply a state of being ...
His story ,Still me ,
just not covered in leaves
I look back on days,
wish to rearrange,
while the realization becomes clear,
a garden,
remembered Adam,
laughing,
and the first to leave .