like children we reach 

for dangerous things 

placed just out 

of our hands

 

demanding happiness 

from these lives 

as if it was a right 

to command

 

we land on our backsides 

kings and queens of an empty sky 

holding up memories 

for a meaning we can’t seem to find 

 

like children we’re  

afraid of the night 

seeking out warmth 

in the curves of life 

 

needing someone 

to tell us it’s alright 

when the monsters 

know where we hide

 

with dreams as guides 

we play we try 

to bend the time 

we have left 

 

like children we cry 

for our desires 

for anything 

more than ourselves