When things fall into place like this.
when things fall into places like this
Having a laugh and curled a fist.
When up the chimney,
way up there,
dripping like blood that words seared,
led down a path , beaten in years.
that those big blind hallways filled up once more,
that those big , blind trains sped around the clock,
Those big, dark people sat down in the park,
those people ...those people...
Forgot that their not
like as they wanted to believe
that kept themselves so happily
ignorant of the hurt that caused the
end of this again.