Sittin in the ceil of the window

Scheming that one day

Things will change

Things for him appear normal

They say that she is just another kid

Ahh what do they know

Apparently the mannerisms don’t subside

Again ensues the scorn of blissful eyes

Day’s laughter not far behind

Dreams they yearn for however remain

Diving into the realm of exhilarating puddles

Immune to worldly maturity

In comes the reality of clanged onsets

Institutional limitations and

 Misinterpreted behaviors

Missed