it’s just a coffee can with pencils
talking to a young boy
he’ll give whatever he gets
and mature with each tear lost
two hands beat a quartz rhyme
saying move on move on time
don’t wait, don’t apologize
keep swimming the tides keep on
follow not, follow not, follow…
your lids slide shut and you dream
and I am a toad crossing a street
looking at a future of light
it will be one in a million
a million million weeping