forest of thoughts running

Run

Run

You run
Sometimes you leap, hands

Reaching for the wall

Feet scrabbling skittering

For purchase, the ground uneven

Uncertain –

Dance, you run

Dance

Where is it? did you lose it?

The colours never really left, your laughter still

Still lingers

You simply stopped seeing the coloured textures

You once loved

Frantically trying to see the sky

As you ran through the trees of thought

The gray numbers demanding

Those tiny fingers grasping

Adding weight, yet she causes you to slow

Her innocence, her own stamping feet

Her radiance

Sticky little kisses

Fingers in the holes you carry

Soft milky scents

And farting in the blankets

For her you carry on

Yourself and your FeaTHErs

For her you struggle, the sun whill come again

It never really left

It’s just a cloudy day in your Forest of Thought

And you press on, run, stamp dancing

Waiting to bite the

Sun.