and so it seems that today is a new day,
a brighter, happier sun with shimmering gold rays.
but if you look far enough into the distance,
it is easy to see the roaring clouds,
coming swiftly like boisterous men who rip away a girl's doll
and slap her in the mouth.
these big wicked monsters delight in dirtying everything up,
leaving everything a muck.
you cannot run fast enough to stay in the sun.
it is not this child
it is not this man
it is nothing but air in your hand.
