• one day i went for a walk, feeling too old to play,
    i threw on my hood and double knotted my shoes,
    didnt know i'd be feeling the blues.

    i saw a little girl with two blond pig-tails tie with pink ribbon,
    i remembered wearing my hair that way when i played in the shining sun.
    a little boy rode his bike, speeding down the street,
    his face was merely freedom,
    a look that was always elite.

    i stopped and watched a young girl with her little sister,
    they were climbing up a tree,
    they could have been four or five,
    but it must have worried me.
    one of the girls was surely feeling alive, climbing to the very top, humming like a beehive.
    suddenly i saw the branch snap, i ran into the yard,
    i broke her fall with my muscled arms, i ran her to her house,
    its a pretty good thing that i decided to act on impulse.

    as i walked home, i smiled only once, remembering my older brother,
    we would jump and run and climb the yard out front when i was only three,
    but now he was older, he was in jail,
    i was remembering the time he wasnt watching, the time i really fell,
    but it was ok now, because today i didnt fail.
    on the way home,
    i skipped some stones,
    letting the fishes know,
    i was back, i had returned,
    and that i would continue skipping stones.