Pareidolia
By Mandibles

The sun is high
There is laughter on the wind
And where am I
Above the playful din
In my bedroom
Where the friends that surround me
Are the faces that I see
They come and go as they please,
My friends in the trees

They come to play
To fill the wiling hours
Then fade away
And I atop my tower
In my bedroom
Find the patterns that they leave
As they hide among the leaves
They come and go as they please,
My friends in the trees

Friendships left behind fall out of memory
And gradually I start to lose the faces for the trees
The forest is a back drop to the years that pass me by
Yet I never wonder why

Now as I work
The blue-lit numbers glaring
And it hurts
My eyes are strained from staring
In my office
The window draws me near
A buried memory appears…
They come and go as they please,
My friends in the trees