i think
that we
are good people
succumbed
to the madness
of the world
my sugared heart
can no longer bear
those treacherous
circumstances
i think
we should cry
because
we love
because
we see colors
of another
sky
because
we graze the
meadows of
tranquility
because
the light is
already on
waiting for us
to open our
eyes
-seeing
