I skipped along to the sounds of carousel dreams and lollipop
Ashes left a trail down to memory lane, a lane that I had hoped
Would be ravished by lightening and I could forget that they ever
Existed, but that was not to happen as my mom called me back
To the old treehouses that were built by hard work and lots of
Time, with which my father gave up freely to show to me that he
Was my immortal hero, even as he drank himself down the tube
In that rusted shot glass of whiskey and hopeless depression, as
The days went by it seemed as if I needed boarding passes just to
Get to the new lands in which my father's brain took him, but I
Would remain sanguined about the situation of my past as I let the
Memories float as I swung alone letting all worries pass me by and
I would not fear for I was letting the freedom cages off my heart
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