Time seems to crawl
Backwards
Like cold molasses
Running uphill
In January
Popsicle Pete
Cannot compete
With Mr. Freezie
I wish it were that easy
Summer has gone
All the summers of my life
Vanilla Ice
Blasting from backyards
A dog I used to feed
The fear and the need
It may as well have been a stray
We could have runaway
Over the hills
And far away
Never to come back
Not one more day
Of hiding in the basement
Watching for the chance to run
Waiting for the chance to run
Out the backdoor
Kitchen door
Back to the beyond
Never looking back
Nevcr wanting to come back
Gone for the day
Safer that way
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