I’m In The Clique

When I was young, surely just a teen There was a place, like you’d never seen A gathering place, a place for fun A place to escape the summer’s sun They called it The Clique, was the place to be A place with friends, even just two or three A pool and pool, mini golf nearby And when it closed, I thought I’d die But today, I’m back there, I’m in The Clique It’s long forgotten, but there’s a trick It only takes a recalling thought And the time dispels what now is naught There are more places, many I’ve lost I can’t go back there, there’s such a cost I look at pictures, I shed a tear To recollect what once was near But today, I’m back there, I’m in The Clique That dear old place next to the crick The gathering place in the RL scene Now just another ghost in the machine