The ground is charred, grey, and broken
My fingers are smeared from touching it
All is scattered and gone it seems
Now what’s left is to clean myself up
I wash my hands with water salt
And on my palm, I reveal a memory
Of a snowman pool so crystal clear
And of a field so green and vast
A room so small and homely too
With blinds violet and soothing
Can’t let it distract me though
Must continue to clean myself
I rub my hands together with soap
On the other palm appears something
A mango tree as vast as can be
In a ring in front of a home
Which seems vast and empty
Yet restrained and complete
A place for a Christmas tree
Was always capable here
The garden is better
And the dog is not away
Once again I snap out of it
As I grab the soap and rub harder
The old pictures fade
But a new one appears
A building wide as could be
Holding great knowledge
Not only of the world
But who I was to become
It had good folk, mostly bad
It made me good, and mostly bad
I stare at it no more
I cleanse my hands further
It now spreads onto my arms
And more images come to my eyes
Of a tower so tall and white
On an island of a drink
With cocktails just as long
And bingo to take part
Of a lodge so warm and nice
In weather unfit for its nature
Which gamblers heard their call
And fascinated me quite so
Of triangles taller than could be
Which enriched my understanding
And now its covered with bugs
But my knowledge caused it to be so
Of a world of wonder also I see
Which blessed me with great times
Its the place where dreams come true
Or so I thought ‘til I grew old
I still clean to rid those visions
They’re no use to me anymore
Just when I think it’s all gone
One more is stuck in a reflection
For its a bar at a basement
One I never understood ‘til now
It was nice, filled with nostalgia
But in it harbors something more
For when I see what’s in the drink
I see the ashes of before
They want me to come back
But I can’t drink this glass no more
My fingers are smeared from touching it
All is scattered and gone it seems
Now what’s left is to clean myself up
I wash my hands with water salt
And on my palm, I reveal a memory
Of a snowman pool so crystal clear
And of a field so green and vast
A room so small and homely too
With blinds violet and soothing
Can’t let it distract me though
Must continue to clean myself
I rub my hands together with soap
On the other palm appears something
A mango tree as vast as can be
In a ring in front of a home
Which seems vast and empty
Yet restrained and complete
A place for a Christmas tree
Was always capable here
The garden is better
And the dog is not away
Once again I snap out of it
As I grab the soap and rub harder
The old pictures fade
But a new one appears
A building wide as could be
Holding great knowledge
Not only of the world
But who I was to become
It had good folk, mostly bad
It made me good, and mostly bad
I stare at it no more
I cleanse my hands further
It now spreads onto my arms
And more images come to my eyes
Of a tower so tall and white
On an island of a drink
With cocktails just as long
And bingo to take part
Of a lodge so warm and nice
In weather unfit for its nature
Which gamblers heard their call
And fascinated me quite so
Of triangles taller than could be
Which enriched my understanding
And now its covered with bugs
But my knowledge caused it to be so
Of a world of wonder also I see
Which blessed me with great times
Its the place where dreams come true
Or so I thought ‘til I grew old
I still clean to rid those visions
They’re no use to me anymore
Just when I think it’s all gone
One more is stuck in a reflection
For its a bar at a basement
One I never understood ‘til now
It was nice, filled with nostalgia
But in it harbors something more
For when I see what’s in the drink
I see the ashes of before
They want me to come back
But I can’t drink this glass no more