An idea,
As it rolls,
And tumbles over the hills,
To the mouth,
To those,
You love and care for,
To the sweet souls you feel so connected,
And their minds,
And their bodies,
Vanish, and fade away,
Into an era,
Into a world, soon to be called the past.
As they sway back and forth like the rope swing near the pool in the backyard,
You no longer know, yet still call home.