I sit up high
in my broom broom moving boom
hands upon the turny bop bop beeper
but all I see is what I see
and all my thoughts are reruns
from the ones who passed before.
I walk my woofer happily
saying eww eww icky poo.
but my heart doesn’t feel
and my mind cannot comprehend
a thing as simple as its own end.
so I make up ties and cries and sighs
but all the things I know, are lies.
There is an end
with only never afters.
no darkness or light
to try to fight
no struggles nor pains nor laughters.