Wishing Well

My slide was a beautiful structure of yellow and blue
It stood at an imposing height of about 20, 000 ft²
On my turn to ride
I'd fly down the slide
And dive headfirst into the cool
The others would glide
But it was only mine
The masterpiece no one else really knew
I cried when I learned it was gone from the Anchorage Inn
Some dumb safety measure, now suddenly I'd never see it again
What else could I do?
That's so much to lose
And no one else could understand
The freedom of fun
How it sparkled in Sun
My teardrops sunk into the sand

My eyes gleamed
And my smile beamed
As I ran with the best of friends
Yellow skies
Now day is night
Can days be bright like that again?
I still believe in magic and I still believe in ghosts
My paper cuts still sting and pills I still can't swallow
I'm still naïve, I still believe there's good in all or even most
My wishing well's still full of pennies filled with all my hopes
And that means the most

I keep my mouth shut and my head down as much as I can
A stand-offish stranger to most, just a rare few I can call my friend
I daydream of youth
The now I once knew
And wish it never had to end
My life now has truth
But sad ones, not new
And I just wished I liked people again
Jaded, faded
Complicated's
Overrated nowadays
What happened to
You're nice
You too
Do you want to go and play?

I still believe in magic and I still believe in ghosts
My paper cuts still sting and pills I still can't swallow
I'm still naïve, I still believe there's good in all or even most
My wishing well's still full of pennies filled with all my hopes
And that hurts the most

From show and tells to kiss and tells
Nice to meet you to wish you well
Golden years to ones of hell
Still go back to my wishing well
Still go back to that same hotel
Where I can bid that kid farewell
Then crawl back underneath my shell
And throw my coin in my wishing well
My soul's no longer mine to sell
Collecting dust right on your shelf
But I'll be fine, I tell myself
Just go back to the wishing well
Cause in my mind I'm still 12
Before all my pain overwhelmed
When I still believed in myself
And wishing in my wishing well

My slide was a beautiful structure of yellow and blue
In my mind I'm still sliding into the deep end of the pool