"Seeking Home"

I walked home from school on a Friday afternoon. The playground empty as the moon.

I was watching the highway from the other side of the street. I could see

the children with their hands on the glass, try to hold on to the

moment as it pass, but I couldn't. I was dying in the backseat.

So take me home. I wanna go home. I met a

little girl when I moved into town, said she used to have a

mom and a dad, but she was adopted when they both went mad.

And they sent her away to a place with soft beds and