Pocket Walt -

The kids take over now

Bare knuckles, no sorcery

Freckles and dirty mouths

They teach us to be

When did you learn to fly?

Bruises and scrapes, countless times

Last when you were a child

Now you’re so

What’s it you’ve got to say

Now that you’re old and gray?

What’s it you’ve got to say

To my unwashed face?

If you’re down

Rummage through your pocket walt

And you will see

There’s no routine

On weekdays in my childhood dreams

And fantasies

Tell your dad

To rummage through his pocket walt

Before he talks

Unclouded eyes

They will see the things we’re seeing

Differently

Yeah, the kids are alright now

Enough snot to snuffle

Enough places and hideouts

Or hands to build a wall

Bags filled with goo so

Black like licorice

And if you wanna get out

You turn deaf-mute-ish

When i’m dead

You’ll find me in my pocket world

Superior

To everyone

Who missed out to grow up but still

Remain a child