Cry for these people who,
In all of their confusion
And turmoil, agony and pain,
Sit, lonely, on a rock.
What a thought filled rock.
Hundred year old dreams.
Ninety-thousand schemes.
Why do you cry,
Little girl?
Would you like some candy,
Little girl?
Mommy wouldn’t mind,
Little girl.
Run!
Run!
Run!
Don’t look back.
The cars and busses and
trains and planes
Are rushing by.
Why do you cry?
Put him in the rubber room.
Can you see a purple frog?
Smog!
Smog!
Smog!
Filth and grime.
Are we all mimes?
Painted smiles.
Painted tears.
Cover all your emotion, man!
Live behind your disguise.
But I can see your eyes
And hear your cries.
Flies buzz and fly.
Oh my!
What confusion.
Look around.
What is found?
You are Alone!
Alone!
Alone!
-Cheryl!
Age 27