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Tree House in the Woods
Rotting wood
Splintering pegs
And empty bottles of rum.
Shadows of long afternoons
Full of too much time to wallow.
You were the king of this castle
Once
And all of us
Merely squires.
But my,
How the tables have turned.
And as these walls crumble
Crumble
Splinter and rot
And days begin to turn
Agonizingly slowly
Into years.
I can see you are not much
Of what you once were.
No knight in shining armor
No captain for the crew
No secret agent on the run.
Instead, the bitter wine of
Reality
Has left a sour taste in your mouth
And so you try to wash it out
With an even stronger drink.
And I wish we could go back
To a time that was much more
Simple.
When we were young
When we were free
And you were my king
My captain
My hero
And not just a little boy
Sitting alone,
Crying alone,
Scared and alone,
In his tree house in the woods.
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