That luster that shines with open eyes,
so wide they encompass mountains and emerald plains,
can’t hide their contagious laughter in the face of life,
nor the tears billowing like angelic fountains,
endless is just as possible as eternity,
space reaches their fingers and tickles them,
rosy cheeked and fawning over real love,
stricken by the sinuous roads at every turn,
yearning for that prince or princess to call their own,
the past is as bright as the future like a divine light-bulb,
never changing, nothing changes, everything is moving to something,
oh, those heartfelt movements sew up the deeps cut,
their surgeons who mend life’s empty shell,
we’ll try to force their heads into our narrow blinds,
confine them to chairs to stare at boards,
but some will still cling to that pink sunlight,
‘spite the carnage time brings.
