Zoey's Backyard

Zoey's Backyard
I want to go back to where it started
I think about that place often.
I want to return to the tepees and leaves,
How did I let this happen?

This isn't a garden, there are no flowers
There is no corpse buried under the tree
There's nothing to see here, it's just grassy trousers
There's nothing to take and there's nothing that I can grow from...

Why do I cease to grow?

Why will I never die?

How did I let that happen to me that night?

Where can I go to now?

Where will anyone accept me?

A former shell of what was

Why did nobody save me?

I want to go back to the garden.
I want to feel the rain on my face.
I could lay here for hours,
On the wet grass by the gates.
How did I let that happen?
What's gone can not be regained.
I could lay here for hours

There has to be a way