midday at the corner of    my own space    crumbling    with mouth streaming sweat    of years gone by    the tears fell soft    and smiles glossed       we were going to be a thousand things    we were living out a thousand dreams    with one way to live    and one way to die    which way was it you went then?    i haven't seen it in so long    so so long       and i let it touch my face again    trickle down    it was nice my friend    someday we'll be young again    i guess it all comes back in the end