Are we taught to fly
by the chained seat
and seesaw?
Are we taught to
befriend by the
groans of Eeyore?
Are we taught to
break when you
leave the room?
When shoulders
slump in a
kaleidoscope gloom?
Are we baffled
by words, tied
up in a knot,
like algebra
unsolved,
dot dot dash dash dot dot?
Are we scrawled
on a pair of cold,
knitted gloves?
Is there peace to be found
on the wings
of a dove?
Does that laughter
echo in our caves
so hollow?
Is that the only
pill we’ll find a
comfort to swallow?
Can we stay here forever
where the sun never sets
and the ticking is drowned
‘neath squeaking swing-sets?
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