Childhood comes through big green eyes
Light in circles on the wall
My old home, same white skies
Coffee, earl grey, and the mall

Flying through the thick of night
Jump head-first for winter’s breath
What connects is soft and light
Birth is far away from death

Barely a common thread
Bonds me stronger than my chains
Little left of my old self
Only cobblestones and rains

An adventure for the day
And a ticket to the past
Two steps out of the fray
Peace returns, though doesn’t last

Faces merging into one
Mobius takes charge of time
Childhood comes through big green eyes
Slight and subtle in a rhyme

Circles shatter, moments pass.
I just smile and clink my glass