fantastic ideas arise around five
into something silver from grey
these shows change the colours of your room
the rain sounds tropical
by twelve its all too popular to stay.
decades ago you got buried in sand
whilst believing that kites could fly
then that wasp stung your shoulder
something ice could not cure
now that faith is not so spry.
surrounded by cut outs in washed out shades
they sound like lichen when they talk.
you spend a long time saying sorry
dodging chances
you're the bunny not the hawk.
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