I stared at the foot of my queen-sized bed
With a strange, heavy feeling weighing down my chest
Is it one of those stories that I have told
About a flying lost boy that never grows old?
Suddenly, something from the corner of my eye
Caught my attention and drove me to rise
A glimpse of a young boy’s fleeting shadow
Swiftly vanished as I glanced at my window
My thoughts and feelings impulsively regained
This somewhat bizarre, familiar pain
Flashes of memories have started to retun
Yet all those memories were beginning to burn
What is it that I was saying again?
I can’t seem to remember who, what or when…