Backyard

Despite my alien-like behavior
I confess that once I was a child
Alone or in company
I saw the heavens open for me
Every Sunday afternoon from my backyard
Despite all the noise and the fireworks in my mind
I recall being friends with silence too
Despite being a man of many moods and worries
I recall there was a time I just to shine like a wildfire

I would like to keep all my senses
Dwell inside the innocence of love
Feel the time that passes by
With the sand that's falling from my back
And hiding flowers in my bed
No worries, no pretending to grow or to be endless
Contemplating the sun above my eyes and
I hoped that the UFO was anything but a kite
But it's always a kite
Oh, what would I expect in the middle of the rain
In the middle of the layers of wind

I'm still playing at the park
Down the slides and round' the woods, I'm still so lonely
I get lost between my thrill, my pain, my past
In the tree-lined passages inside my mind

I found a
Sculpture of myself reflective mind
Covered in blue velvet, shining so divine
Running against the fields
To the sun
Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuun

Till I get tired of the run
Till I get tired of the run
Till I get tired of the run

Then I'll start to write on the walls again
Dancing round the bonfire until dark
I've scraped all my clothes climbing trees again
My knees are bleeding help me
I'm outside