i hunger for this,
the smile,
the joke,
a twinkle in the eye

and consequence
maybe just a cargo
of responsibility
that barely fits in the hold

when she is an adult
she may look back
at being a child
with a tear
or maybe a smile

things have changed
my name,
it feels like it has a new tag
i have spent too long lately
just feeling sad

to bow down,
in their holy church
and i really do not want
their own brand preaching

when the colours only bleed
there is only drama
and fantasy on which to feed
tell me, when did the happiness leave?