The Weak Flight

You’ve got your passion. You’ve got your pride,
But don’t you know that only fools are satisfied?
Dream on, but don’t imagine they’ll all come true.

so young, so sad
salute your pain like a tired soldier
hang the flag at half mast
to mourn the loss of your 7 year old tantrums and unpunished curiosity
you grew up sideways
your friends are skyscrapers and
you are still a one floor lobby with
an unfinished basement
you can’t look the sun in the eyes like the others
they tell you that you are an adult
while you stay in the car as your
mom goes food shopping
the sea floor is spreading by millimeters at this moment,
there are two people meeting and
falling in love right now,
trucks are colliding on the freeway
as we speak
and you are still in the car
there is no pain like the kind
they don’t have a name for
and they all tell you that you are too young
to be this sad
as if it is only okay to hurt when you’re older and on your own
you were a child once
you played in the street and stained your mouth with ice cream and summer
once you even swallowed a lightning bug because you wanted it’s light inside of you
do not listen to them when
they tell you it’s all in your head, darling
of course it is
that’s always been the problem

You are so good. So good, you’re always feeling so much. And sometimes it feels like you’re gonna bust wide open from all the feeling, don’t it? People like you are the best in the world, but you sure do suffer for it.