Clean

The clean blue boy
riding on his bike
Ring a ding a ling
Zooms passer by

None the matter he's blue
It'll always be
Shame deep inside
At his heart; different shade of gray

He never spoke to a stranger
Scented candles on his locker
Next to Fabian's fables.


x x x

Where's the original you?
I don't recognize this intake
Remember the old boxes on the wooden floor
Packed memories

I used to like you much better
When you burned at the stake
And I rescued you and gave you a place to stay
Now, you ask not to leave