Street Poetry

Down in the forest

We'll sing a chorus

One that everybody knows

Hands held higher

We'll be on fire

Singing songs that nobody wrote

Quickly moving towards the storm

Moving forward torn

Into pieces over reasons

Of what these storms are for

I don't understand why everything I adore

Takes a different form when I squint my eyes

Have you ever done that?

When you squint your eyes and your eyelashes make it look a little not fine

And then when just enough light comes from just the right side

And you find: you're not who you supposed to be

This is not what you supposed to see

Please, remember me, I am supposed to be

King of a kingdom

Or swinging on a swing

Something happen to my imagination

This situations becoming dire

My treehouse's on fire

And for some reasons I smell gas on my hands

This is not what I had planned

This is not what I had planned

Down in the forest

We'll sing a chorus

One that everybody knows

Hands held higher

We'll be on fire

Singing songs that nobody wrote