Reid@YWP

Being a kid is like a dream. 
You’re riding bikes 
and going on hikes in the park.  
Nothing is holding you down 
‘cept when the day frowns with rainy skies 

What happens when we all lose hope?  
When we stop believing that it'll all work out? 
What happens then? 

Sir, 

Ma'am, 

Mister, 

Madam, 

Mx, 

I hope this does not apply to you, but it must be said regardless. 

Why do you care? 

But first – do me a favor. 

The light pushed its way through the trees, 

sliding beneath the intertwining branches, 

from the never ending blue sky. 

It dappled the dirt path