Mr. Orange Poem by dun one

There were stars way up high
There were blankets
 pillows, peaches and clouds in the sky
Had the house all alone, maybe digging through the past will lead me home
You can’t travel through the past but the boxes in the attic make the photographs last
There were records in the closet
Dusty books under the stairs that led to room where you're picture is nailed to the wall
Lakes full of water caught my eye
Fishermen killing time, some with their sons and daughters by their side
One glance out the window I can tell a world where the hearts are warm but run deep like a well 

Night time falls on the town, same as it falls on the city or the desert or the burial grounds
 There were shelves on the walls
Hinges on the doors some would creek others stood tall
Had some tools in the shed
Tried to fix what was broken, don’t ask where it led
September came around, had some questions in my head thought I’d figure out
Winter came and I went down
Tried hard to steal away
Found myself in the very same spot the very same day
I remember branches in forests and paths through the woods
I remember faces that laughed
I remember trying to run and trying to hide
Back in the same spot in no time
Sitting beside the window staring into an abysmal sky
Countless opportunities with a million sorrows wrapped up inside
Thousands of streets with nowhere to ride
Remanence of lands and centuries past

When will it ever last
Walking through the sunlight seeming so foreign
Got that old time feeling when the sky turn orange