they sit in the back seat of their parents car not saying a word hoping they might not notice how far away they are the drapes gathered at the side of the window so you could look out they might never know how alone you are
their thoughts are kept behind a veil of words hidden behind a straight face
they lay buried in books with knowledge of pictured places i've had so many dreams and i'm laying them down the matching of things your pushing everything away that you don't want at all and making a way for the living dolls who know of a special place in the nursery of night for they remember they are still children inside the nursery at night the livings dolls have no time for headaches of the grown-up world they know the ways of money and their business is gold and they have what they need to make their dreams in this world they're terribly practical, yes they are