sometimes i'll be lying in bed jack anders Sometimes I’ll be lying in bed And these flashes of old scenes Will start to come back, Like a room long-forgotten in a house -- This was your bedroom -- the lacquered red Toybox your grandfather built for you; Army men strewn across the floor; Matchbox cars and marbles. Outside, the bones of the snow fort Showing through the melting snow -- Cleverly arranged folding aluminum chairs. And through the half open screen window Sometime in the Fall -- the muffled thum thum Of the school dance in the cavernous gymnasium, Sounds of excited voices walking by, A girl’s voice, a whiff of vanilla. I was led into the mystery for so long, Far beyond when I ever knew to get out.