Miakonda

[adalger]

Tucked away in a pocket of the city
Like a frog brought home from down by the creek,
The cabins are hidden by towering foliage.
Sometimes I'd go there for a day or a week.
I'd go there and grow there with life all around me,
Flowers and trees, and boys and young men.
Animals roamed there, mostly unbothered,
Peaceful and natural. That was back when.
Back when my troubles were simple and solvable,
Back when I knew who I was, knew my friends,
Back in the pocket of love called a family,
Back when I didn't know childhood ends.
There in the cabin, a hope still is hidden,
Happiness lodged in a crack in the floor
Under the floorboards, never discoverd,
There to be found when I need it once more.
I and my childhood friends put it in there,
Stored for the day when we all could come back,
Pass it around, look it over, and share it,
Pirates returned to plunder that crack.