see the little chidren playing, Hurricanes and sunshine swaying. Throughout the mold a gray is baking, Bending bones but never breaking. And they form a lovely pose, For watchdog eyes, they never close. No balls are bouncing in the day, A porous tongue, it flaps away From figures swimming deep in mud, The cherub hoardes accepting blood. Hands are clapping out of sync, And eyes are closed without a wink As games once played disappear, Amask of teeth hides the fear. Of voices singing through the sky, And bigfoot says its time to die. Then I saw a revelation in a box of sand Plastic shovel and a pail, creating fantasies. In a candy land, creating fantasies. In a box of sand, in a candy land. (repeat) As games once played You watch them disappear. As games once played A mask of teeth hides the fear. Games once played, games once played.