All the mistakes
I've made
Threaten to
Open up my stomach
And rot me.
They would in a
Second,
If I let them.
Things will get better
Everything is improving
I am improving
The clouds are moving
On through the sky
Like giant ships
Homes to sky faeries.
They're not joking
When they say
To stay away
From toadstool rings.
Don't get too close
To all the things
You don't understand
Because they'll tie strings
In your arms
And make you dance
Over fire.
Tantalized by
The supernatural
You become,
Momentarily,
An actual
Goblin
Who can only dream
About the lost innocence
And the light at the end
Of the tunnel.
But where there's a will,
There's a way
And you can claim
Every night and day
For Christ
