Google Can't Tell Us Where

"When swings were rockets / and we could sail where we wanted: / when we ran around chasing each other. / Now where did it all go?" Not sure how this popped up. But I kind of like it, in a sad way...

There's a stain on my carpet.

I'm not sure when it got there.

My hair needs to be cut:

too long for my tastes and

it's getting in my way,

but that's getting in my way too.

 

I want a bit of change;

none in my pocket but lint.

Plastic quarters, where did you go?

Too-big shoes now empty-soled.

 

When swings were rockets

and we could sail where we wanted:

when we ran around chasing each other.

Now where did it all go?

 

The trees are cold.

Frigid branches, they reach out to me.

When did the weather get so old?

Was it when we reached the age,

where dogs were gone, where we were akin to life

and the trees were full of green

that reached the sky and past.

 

Snow covers us, we are frozen.

How long has it been since we saw the sun?

We promise to ourselves, and yet we can't just let it go.

Where did it all go,

so far away from us now,

did it go when the winter came?

Maps and geography can't solve the puzzles we once played.

 

There’s a rose on my bedside.

The petals have all died.

When did it get here,

in the middle of September, maybe

I’m just over-thinking things;

I must be crazy,

but that’s in my way, too.

Author's Note

how do you you interpret it?

(and I don't own Google. obviously.)