I turned around seeking
The sunlight
A doubtful kryptonite antidote
I could always count on
They laughed

Didn’t you hear the news?
Imagination died
In a plane crash
They were flying too high
No one could breathe
Not even the pilot

I stubbornly shook my head
It cannot be
I was promised
Forever
This is falling short
A bitter disillusion

But nobody was listening
Or maybe I just could not find the words

Then a blade of grass peaked out of my socks
Bringing an ancestral scent
Of youth and innocence
And while I inhaled deeply
I started talking
I spoke my words