Flesh and Bone

Pumpkin head

Flower bed

Just a gourd in a garden

What I'd give

For my own

Flesh and bone

For a day

Silly dreams, are they not?

In the end we all decay and rot

Still I wish to live outside

This hollowed head of mine

Did I exist if I was only ever thoughts?

Time is fleeting, seasons change

I'm a fool, but still I pray

For my own flesh and bone for one day