they sit in the back seat   of their parents car   not saying a word   hoping they might not notice   how far away they are   the drapes gathered at the   side of the window   so you could look out   they might never know   how alone you are      their thoughts are kept   behind a veil   of words hidden   behind a straight face      they lay buried in books   with knowledge of pictured places   i've had so many dreams   and i'm laying them down   the matching of things   your pushing everything away   that you don't want at all   and making a way for   the living dolls   who know of a special place   in the nursery of night   for they remember   they are still children inside   the nursery at night   the livings dolls   have no time for headaches   of the grown-up world   they know the ways of money   and their business is gold   and they have what they need   to make their dreams in this world   they're terribly practical,   yes they are