reconstruction of my mind
its 12pm in the skoolyard for recess,
a little boy that is left from all that i regress,
lonely in the sandbox, with no one to play,
a little boy with a 18 yr old mind, looking to put the past away,
he was once the hero people believed in,
now feelin betrayed from the capsule he was consealed in,
he was sight for the blind, for the sick he was penicillin,
in the future, he wondered how long he’d be a hero til he became a villain,
his 18 year old mind says, “i cant save anyone, not even myself”
as he sat on his yellow table and red chair,
he dusted the sand off his blue shirt and his jet black hair,
amongst him stood all the pieces of the brain,
he sat and studied the parts, somewhat in a strain,
squinting his eyes as if he had seen it before,
lights emit from the parts and curious him…he couldn’t ignore,
he was lookin at the very memories that were nostalgic,
from happy, painful, passionate, funny, and romantic,
he had noticed there were many painfully devious pieces,
not familiar with this structure, the deja vu never ceases,
plastic pale and shovel in hand, he dug a hole in the sandbox,
he placed all the tainted pieces as all the children watched,
and pats it firm so there was no way it cud escape,
compared to his look wen he started, he left wit a better face,
a face of new beginning as he put w/e was left together,
the brain emitted a shine as the sun after worse weather,
and it vanished into thin air, with his head feeling much pure,
he walked away from the playground,
with nomore harsh memories to endure…