Children, swallowed 
by the gravity of a black hole
called Forgetfulness
sing and cry, bleeding.

Pretending to be a dancer.
Pretending to be an audience.
Pretending to be a murderer.
Pretending to be innocent
all in the same dream

Children snooze on railroad tracks
heart beats like drums. Loud as thunder.
It could wake the dead but it doesn't.
Here it comes. (choo choo)

I seen the sun today.
Just a bit dimmer.
Fading.

Glory to the world
and blessings to the sun.
These too will die one day...
and I'll have had my fun
and put away my sharp toys
and nuclear clay 
and leave Asbestos playland
to the dreamers.

(Have fun)                                                                               © 1997 by David Bozzi