The Spy and The Storybox (For Snake)

Folded flat in the dark,

our first ride

Heart pounding

as we slipped inside

Adventure ends, paths divide

Box left waiting,

man moves on

Years stacked in attics,

labels worn

Saw dusty shelves and moving vans

Through seasons changing, storms and sun

Box holds memories of that one run

I am the box that once kept you safe

Now alone through time and

space

Memories fade but the

mark remains Waiting for footsteps

to return again (ohhh)

Time passed slow in forgotten rooms

Faded stamps

from journeys unknown

Then one day the air changed again

Familiar steps

approaching steady

You crawl inside like old times again

Pursuers close but we know this game

The box remembers, the man returns

Together once more

in the same old dance