It's As Though The Words Are Trapped,

The Whole Point Of Growing Up Is Learning To Stay On The Laughing Side.

Still, The Vivid Green Of The Grass-where The Grass Is Actually Managing To Assert Itself Through The Dirt-seems Out Of Place. This Seems Like A Place Where The Sun Should Never Shine: A Place On The Edge, At The Limit, A Place Completely Removed From Time And Happiness And Life.

I Suppose That's The Secret, If You're Ever Wishing For Things To Back The Way They Were. You Just Have To Look Up.

It Is War Now, And Armies Need Symbols.

Maybe Before You Die, It's Your Ghosts You See.