Revisited
My friends and I were very special to each other
Brutal, honest, and cathartic, we reenacted the chapters of our own lives in the privacy of the woods
The Adults
As the Adults, we are feared and loathed by children
Why?
Because we are angry skeletons, dancing on the roof top of their experience
It is our forceful and all knowing stomp,
That tries to extinguish their light
Will they ever forgive us?
Are we worthy of forgiveness?
Only when we ourselves become children again
