the spider webs
the streets
the moon
has secrets to keep
as a child i dreamt
about new worlds
to conquest
(now i rarely dream)
in the cinema of white sheets
i was a pirate
i was a farmer
i was an artist
i was just a child
infinite possibilities, only one life
infinite adventures,
there isn't much time
streetlamps instead of stars
here dreams never go that far
and the child
where did she go?
she was here
not long ago
no-one saw her leave
they saw her gone
i believe they scared her
with all their grow-up stuff
they told her
to stop being a child
so she left;
left me behind
her face is in the old pictures
she is what my mother sees
when she looks at me
but she isn't here
not anymore
i didn't see her leave
i saw her gone
i doubt she was planing on leaving
i think she just disappeared
between the lines
there was a night she danced
between the streetlamps
for the last time
the child left
she didn't say goodbye
maybe she inhabits strange worlds
as a pirate
as a farmer
as an artist
i like to believe that
she isn't completely gone
i still mourn the loss
of the child i was
and the things i didn't become:
i am no pirate
i am no farmer
i am no artist
i can't even pretend to see stars
where there are just streetlamps
the spider doesn't
web the streets
the moon has
no more secrets to keep
as a child i dreamt
about new words
to conquest
now i dream
she didn't say goodbye
because she will come back
as a pirate
as a farmer
as an artist
one day
and she will tell me
the most wonderful stories
i will listen without any fear
no longer a prisoner of time
and in the streetlamps
i will find the stars
once again
