Jones-K

like the leaf dangling in a bough wobbling in the wind holding strong with a one frail stem no demise until the end when the colors of fall collect out the pain -- when I was a child I whis I could fly up to the sky unreachable high face with a smile unlimited choices view of the world entirely wide now that i know that I can't fly I seem to realize it wasn't the sky living in many places changing the scenes not seeing any traces where I should be it isn't adorable just a dream of a child -- nowhere to go to no one to listen to calmly just tarnish away leaving an unremaining stain no one will notice no one will