I'm up to my eyeballs with the hard stuff
losing folks, losing trust
asking what got the better of us?
looking back and finding rust
Settled in to a wave of goodbyes
like a western on a wet night.
and now and then I buckle at the knees,
I long for the old guard in a heartbeat.
I see my youthful pedestal
a place in which I always fall
The social norms, the heavenly fall
The playground
playground.