Pumpkin head
Flower bed
Just a gourd in a garden
What I'd give
For my own
Flesh and bone
For a day
Silly dreams, are they not?
In the end we all decay and rot
Still I wish to live outside
This hollowed head of mine
Did I exist if I was only ever thoughts?
Time is fleeting, seasons change
I'm a fool, but still I pray
For my own flesh and bone for one day
