Where's The Playground, now.

Your wandering so far now

I wonder where you'll be 

In twenty years from now

Somewhere across the sea

Will you make believe these dreams

Or swallow down the depths

Will you find love

Or throw some fist

Your wandering so far now 

Each day you get closer 

To the playground in backspace

Your lively got 

So you may scream now

It's sad you have to ask

Though through this engulfing blackhole

There's something there

Not quite 

It's wrong your right

A glass shall hold secrets from below

Though you don't know

I wonder as time escapes it's hourglass

Whether patterned eternity

Shall furpass you

Goodnight.