burned wise

the silly

girl, the foolish boy.

will they grow out of this

blissful

numbness

and become like us.

road weary,

and struggling at night

to get our

boots off.

burned wise.

will they stay on the merry

go round,

the swings

for long,

will they believe in love

forever

and ever with

heads in the clouds,

how we wish we all could.