“Maybe it’ll be like this.”

You,

Carrying me up. ...

Fading,

Under a darkened sky.

Waking once more, ...

Sleeping,

With a blanket of white.

Waiting, ...

Rising,

Like a sun.

Brightening a dreary sidewalk, ...

Jump in.

I don’t think so.

Why ...

Uneven,

Discolored,

Spotted. ...

You’re still small.

Happily growing in the sun.

It rains at times, ...

“I don’t care…”

That you have no hair,

Ears, ...

Don’t worry.

I don’t burn.

Look at me. ...

Come out.

I’m waiting for you.

There’s no hurry. ...

“Where is everyone?”

Somebody…

Steel, ...

“Why are you sticking out?”

It’s my nature. ...

It’s not literal.

Loosen up.

Candles will soon, ...

It’s dark.

The only light,

An ATM machine, ...

Let me introduce myself.

My name’s “Society”.

Come in please. ...

My daily path,

Through quiet fields,

Outside a sleepy village. ...

Don’t fly away.

But if you do,

I understand. ...

I’m cracking,

Gasping for air,

Dying to be held. ...

Thank you.

For opening up.

Coloring the world sunny....

“What if…”

Children were running everywhere.

Parents happily watching....